[Sypha has one foot on the vardo's fold-out stairs the second Jaskier accepts the offer of hospitality. She checks herself and turns, hand on the door, when he adds that 'something happened' with Alucard.]
That is a very open-ended and ominously-phrased statement. [She points out, eyebrows raised and head cocked. He looks terribly ill at ease, though, a head shorter now that she's on the steps, and Sypha decides she doesn't like it on him one bit.] It sounds like you'd better come inside. I'm in no hurry to be anywhere.
[The interior of the vardo is spacious enough for two, based as it is on her own memories of a wagon built for a small family. Everything inside is warm wood and richly embroidered, every sitting or reclining surface padded almost to the point of overstuffed. She pulls the folding table down from the wall panelling and hooks the stools out from under the window cabinet. In a flash, the promised spread is laid out, augmented by some goat cheese.
Sypha takes an extra few moments to rummage for glasses, as if she could possibly have forgotten where in she'd stashed them inside this memory. Her stomach twists at wondering what possibly could have gone on with Alucard that he'd send Jaskier to her. Is this a sign of growing trust, or a reckoning of some kind?]
All right, I'm at your disposal. [As are the refreshments, now that she's plonked the glasses down] Do you want to have a drink and tell me about what happened with your vineyard, or get straight to it?
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Date: 2022-05-18 05:16 am (UTC)That is a very open-ended and ominously-phrased statement. [She points out, eyebrows raised and head cocked. He looks terribly ill at ease, though, a head shorter now that she's on the steps, and Sypha decides she doesn't like it on him one bit.] It sounds like you'd better come inside. I'm in no hurry to be anywhere.
[The interior of the vardo is spacious enough for two, based as it is on her own memories of a wagon built for a small family. Everything inside is warm wood and richly embroidered, every sitting or reclining surface padded almost to the point of overstuffed. She pulls the folding table down from the wall panelling and hooks the stools out from under the window cabinet. In a flash, the promised spread is laid out, augmented by some goat cheese.
Sypha takes an extra few moments to rummage for glasses, as if she could possibly have forgotten where in she'd stashed them inside this memory. Her stomach twists at wondering what possibly could have gone on with Alucard that he'd send Jaskier to her. Is this a sign of growing trust, or a reckoning of some kind?]
All right, I'm at your disposal. [As are the refreshments, now that she's plonked the glasses down] Do you want to have a drink and tell me about what happened with your vineyard, or get straight to it?