There is a pillow on the chair nearest to her. Wysteria sets her cup and saucer aside to fetch it, rising as high as her knees in order to pass it over the tea tray between them and set it nearer Val's head than his (bare) feet.
"Here, Monsieur. You may collapse on this. As for the collective," she says, settling back with a compulsive rearrangement of her skirts and a repossession of her teacup. "There is myself and Mr. Stark, who is a Rifter and something of an engineer who presently leads the work on Project Felandaris of the organization to which we all belong. And there is Mr. Fitz, who is also a Rifter, and is most interested in the study of Rifts and the Veil and the nature of the Fade. Then there is Mr. Ellis, who as you must know is indeed an artisan in a particular meaning of the word in the sense that he is a skilled tradesman of dangerous situations, which the study of Rifts often necessitates. And lastly there is Mr. Herschel, who is perhaps not fully aware of his part in this but nonetheless does all my smithing. He works in the Gallows as we clearly have no forge here, so you need not supply any cakes for him."
She takes a prim sip of tea.
"Although I'm sure he wouldn't refuse one or two being delivered to him."
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Date: 2020-08-07 04:34 pm (UTC)"Here, Monsieur. You may collapse on this. As for the collective," she says, settling back with a compulsive rearrangement of her skirts and a repossession of her teacup. "There is myself and Mr. Stark, who is a Rifter and something of an engineer who presently leads the work on Project Felandaris of the organization to which we all belong. And there is Mr. Fitz, who is also a Rifter, and is most interested in the study of Rifts and the Veil and the nature of the Fade. Then there is Mr. Ellis, who as you must know is indeed an artisan in a particular meaning of the word in the sense that he is a skilled tradesman of dangerous situations, which the study of Rifts often necessitates. And lastly there is Mr. Herschel, who is perhaps not fully aware of his part in this but nonetheless does all my smithing. He works in the Gallows as we clearly have no forge here, so you need not supply any cakes for him."
She takes a prim sip of tea.
"Although I'm sure he wouldn't refuse one or two being delivered to him."