Antimony's determined frown deepened at the name D'themia called her, her tail shivering out of sight behind her. That K'aijeen would perpetuate such a hateful title before the entire Dodo tribe hurt, but that the nunh would refer to her as such in a professional context offended. Green eyes shifted to the hyur man, his armor giving him a distinctly official look if his title denoting him part of the Sultana's cohort hadn't already, and she found herself distracted momentarily by his implied involvement.
She had not expected the Sultansworn.
"Of course," she replied, tone stiffer than she may have liked, but the more she tried to imagine her daughter living under this nunh, the more her ire grew. He'd barely spoken more than a couple dozen words, but that and what she knew from her investigation were more than enough for her to condemn him in her mind. One hand moved to reach into her bag, retrieving the linkpearl after a moment's searching, and her eyes didn't leave D'themia Nunh or Bayard Learner as she brought it up and spoke somewhat awkwardly into it, "Mister Carceri, I apologize if I'm interrupting anything, but I would request your presence back at the commune. We've..." Her lips pursed, "... managed to gain an audience with the nunh."
She had not expected the Sultansworn.
"Of course," she replied, tone stiffer than she may have liked, but the more she tried to imagine her daughter living under this nunh, the more her ire grew. He'd barely spoken more than a couple dozen words, but that and what she knew from her investigation were more than enough for her to condemn him in her mind. One hand moved to reach into her bag, retrieving the linkpearl after a moment's searching, and her eyes didn't leave D'themia Nunh or Bayard Learner as she brought it up and spoke somewhat awkwardly into it, "Mister Carceri, I apologize if I'm interrupting anything, but I would request your presence back at the commune. We've..." Her lips pursed, "... managed to gain an audience with the nunh."
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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