"I am, indeed, the fancy lady from last time," Irene replied with a rueful laugh, taking a moment to examine each of Gareth's hands for evidence of stickiness. "It's nice to see you again, Zephyr."
Zephyr would have been hard to forget, even if she hadn't inspired the occasional curious-slash-jealous impulse in Irene to try to look more into knights. (Maybe she could hire some sort of Daventrian private investigator?)
And now that Gareth's hands had been deemed unsticky enough, and Irene was reasonably sure he wasn't going to hurt himself, she let him go -- and where he went was a beeline for Amaya, for he was very tired of Mother's fussiness already this morning, and wanted to play! Or help! Both?
"Mom, do you need help? Mother says I may but only with what you say you need help with," he asked in a rush of strangely perfect, nearly Adler-esque diction, and a curious (and maybe a little shy) glance cast towards Zephyr.
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Zephyr would have been hard to forget, even if she hadn't inspired the occasional curious-slash-jealous impulse in Irene to try to look more into knights. (Maybe she could hire some sort of Daventrian private investigator?)
And now that Gareth's hands had been deemed unsticky enough, and Irene was reasonably sure he wasn't going to hurt himself, she let him go -- and where he went was a beeline for Amaya, for he was very tired of Mother's fussiness already this morning, and wanted to play! Or help! Both?
"Mom, do you need help? Mother says I may but only with what you say you need help with," he asked in a rush of strangely perfect, nearly Adler-esque diction, and a curious (and maybe a little shy) glance cast towards Zephyr.