While they're talking Bruno goes about pouring tea.
"Heh. Makes it sound like a faerie village, like the one that only appears in the human world once every hundred years." The things he sees in some of his random visions.... "Milk? Sugar?" he asks of his sister and their guest.
Pepa requests her usual. Her own internal rhythm is a lot tighter and more regimented than Bruno's, a constant beat of steady, steady, steady, that seems partly natural, partly forced. Then again, it only makes sense, given her abilities.
The house seems to settle a bit, like a cat lying quietly with its eyes closed but its ears still moving.
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Date: 2022-03-06 01:02 pm (UTC)"Heh. Makes it sound like a faerie village, like the one that only appears in the human world once every hundred years." The things he sees in some of his random visions.... "Milk? Sugar?" he asks of his sister and their guest.
Pepa requests her usual. Her own internal rhythm is a lot tighter and more regimented than Bruno's, a constant beat of steady, steady, steady, that seems partly natural, partly forced. Then again, it only makes sense, given her abilities.
The house seems to settle a bit, like a cat lying quietly with its eyes closed but its ears still moving.