FADE RIFT [INBOX]

[shri]

ＬＡＤＹ ＬＡＫＳＨＭＩ
( Lady Lakshmi, Bai Saheba, Rani Lakshmibai )

ＶＯＩＣＥ | ＡＣＴＩＯＮ | ＮＯＴＥＳ

Unavaliable To All:

• 30mins around dawn
  
  Only to Voice:
  
• Hour training morning and evening
  
• Any time she's gone riding.
  
• When she's in the field.
  
  Only to Book:
  
• When she's otherwise in a meeting, leave a message.
  
• Very late at night or early in the morning.
  
  Other:
  
• She usually takes her morning meals in the mess hall with everyone else.
  
• Her days are usually spent in Kirkwall seeing to either her personal business or Inquisition tasks.
  
• She has a bath twice a day, every day.
  

Comments

[assistente]

Oh. Yes. The Gallows garden is more functional, of course--limited space does not invite, wholly, the--

[He realizes then that she is serving herself, and he should be more observant on how she is serving herself, what she is doing with each piece and dish. Working quickly, he mirrors her portion sizes as best as he can, though lacking in her elegance.]

I, um. I know of someone that presses flowers, in books, and keeps... well, a decent record, it would be boastful to call it great, and-- in them can be found some of the flowers of Antiva. And elsewhere, but we spoke, of Antiva, so-- Um, not the same, of course, as to have them. [Wear them in her hair. It cuts a lovely picture that Salvio must put quickly away.] But, even so. You might like to, to see?

[shri]

[ And the response to it, is immediate, she smiles, bright and wide, beaming at him and him alone. How easily it lights her up, fully so, for all she is reserved or too loud, there is a tempering to most things she does, as she must - but this, is honest and content. All her attention, currently his. ]

I would be honoured to. [ Animated with it, she stills her dishing out of food. ] Are they a friend of yours? Or merely a matter of curiosity that you stumbled upon?

[assistente]

Oh. Yes. Good.

[Salvio can feel his ears getting quite hot. He picks up his spoon, realizes that it is empty, and sets it down again.]

They, uh. Well--actually, it is me. I don't know why I phrased it in... in such a misleading way, or-- Um, it is a hobby, of mine. The--flower-pressing. The books are mine. So. You are welcome to see them, if you-- if you like.

[shri]

Oh - [ She laughs, brightly, waving a hand to carry him on. ] Then most definitely I would like to see it -

[ Her eyes drop, watching him fish for cutlery and pauses before she goes on to say more. Shutting her mouth and gestures. ] But if you don't eat first, I am not sure if you'll make it to that day.

[ Then she shuts up, waiting, patiently, for him to get a mouthful in and does so by way of taking one herself. The rhoti bread is pulled apart by her fingers to a spoon-sized piece. The taking her spoon to scoop a morsel onto it, folding the edges around and popping it into her mouth. But there is a particularness to it. Delicate, maybe on another woman refined, but she does not meet his eyes in it, keeping her gaze averted. ]