LOHDUTUS
Oh.
All the illusion of the life and times of Miss Beatrice Govan were shattered in two sharp words. A small frown crested and passed after a few seconds, small mourning for the continuous stream bullshit that had spewed forth from her datapad. It had been enough to fool a horde of pedestrian idiots like Barbara, but evidently not enough for one Emryc Qosta.
Was she supposed to double down? Feign shock and protest a more mundane existence? After all, Evelynn had lied for personal safety rather than the thrill of being a tragedy steeped in mediocrity.
The viennetta arrived as she considered her options, the layered ice cream-based dessert an exciting symphony of thin dark chocolate and mint. Despite its magnificence the Sith kept her gaze levelled at the man opposite the entire time, her facial features steeped in a realm of serious thought that went beyond desserts.
Finally, she closed her eyes and snorted, peeling off one glove and then the other, which in turn revealed part of the golden apparatus that was her entire right arm.
The Skeleton Key.
Very well, came the soft yet practised telepathic tones from the Silent Sister, sent from her mind to his as she chose to pique curiosity in bold statement, after.
It almost seemed suave as she picked up her spoon with elegant gilded fingers before once more blinking with confusion, nose crinkling with implication and lips drawn tight. Was this the wine at play? Yes, let's blame the wine.
After what?
All the illusion of the life and times of Miss Beatrice Govan were shattered in two sharp words. A small frown crested and passed after a few seconds, small mourning for the continuous stream bullshit that had spewed forth from her datapad. It had been enough to fool a horde of pedestrian idiots like Barbara, but evidently not enough for one Emryc Qosta.
Was she supposed to double down? Feign shock and protest a more mundane existence? After all, Evelynn had lied for personal safety rather than the thrill of being a tragedy steeped in mediocrity.
The viennetta arrived as she considered her options, the layered ice cream-based dessert an exciting symphony of thin dark chocolate and mint. Despite its magnificence the Sith kept her gaze levelled at the man opposite the entire time, her facial features steeped in a realm of serious thought that went beyond desserts.
Finally, she closed her eyes and snorted, peeling off one glove and then the other, which in turn revealed part of the golden apparatus that was her entire right arm.
The Skeleton Key.
Very well, came the soft yet practised telepathic tones from the Silent Sister, sent from her mind to his as she chose to pique curiosity in bold statement, after.
It almost seemed suave as she picked up her spoon with elegant gilded fingers before once more blinking with confusion, nose crinkling with implication and lips drawn tight. Was this the wine at play? Yes, let's blame the wine.
After what?