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∞ 72: Observing the white season [written/action]

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I don't suppose anyone has measured just how deep the snow is now? There haven't been long enough breaks in the weather to allow the snow to melt significantly.

It had been an early worry this season that some residents may be snowed in with the very cold weather we've had. Hopefully everyone is being careful about keeping an eye out for New Feathers and returning abductees.

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[Albert has been spending less time in the house lately, for a variety of reasons -- exploring the new community building next to the house, taking care of his horse with the snowing continuing to pile up, and other things exposing him to the elements.

Today, Albert is in the bar, tucked in one of the booths with his journal and some wine. Perhaps he's hoping to get another Kanakan bottle from the bartender. Or he just needs the din of noise to help him think. Or perhaps he's waiting for something to happen.

Later, he'll arrive back at his house in the dark, in the early evening.]

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[Albert might have blinked at the sight of Lilly approaching, but he doesn't startle or react strongly to the young woman sitting across from him.]

You've made that quite obvious, Miss Pendragon. [He takes a sip of his drink.]

[She's not going to budge from this seat now.]

Well I think it needed to be said.

Would there be any particular reason for you to feel that need? [His tone is dry.]

It makes me feel better.

[He continues with the dry tone. If he were the type to relax his guard around others, he would probably roll his eyes at Lilly.] I'm happy to hear that.

Good! [And now she's going to sit there and stare.]

[Normally, Albert would inquire why someone decides to stick around rather than move on once they have said whatever they needed to say, but he doesn't want to encourage Lilly.

So he just drinks his wine for now.]

[She has a better idea. She'll get up for now... and come back with iced tea. And start sipping on it.]

[Well. That's interesting.

But not really. Back to his wine.]

[After about a minute or so she'll get to the bottom of the glass.

And keep on sucking those tiny drops of tea at the bottom. She doesn't seem keen on giving up on this.]

[Albert blinks blandly at Lilly as she makes the extra noise.

He reaches for the wine bottle to refill his glass.]

[She is not easily deterred. There's still more at the bottom and the ice is melting all the time. She'll gladly keep it up for his sake.]

[This will continue for a bit, then. Albert feigns disinterest as he swirls his wine, then looks at Lilly's glass.]

In case you haven't noticed, Miss Pendragon, your glass is empty.

Oh, is it? I hadn't noticed.

[Just a little bit more left in the glass.]

Yes, I suppose you hadn't. [He'll study the windowpane in the mean time. What an endurance trial.]

[She's finished with her Iced Tea for now. Time for Plan C.]

So Albert! We haven't actually had a chance to talk about important things. Because of that whole nasty war business, I never actually got to reach Harmonia proper like I meant to. You must tell me about all the new fashions there. I'd hate to show up in the wrong sort of shoes!

[He turns his attention back towards Lilly, silent as he contemplates how to answer.]

I'm afraid I've grown out of touch with Harmonian fashion due to my time abroad. [That is, due to being stuck in Luceti.] Perhaps you would have better luck asking advice from Mr. Clovis' missus.

Oh, but you know Nash. he never gives a straight answer, so why should I bother with his mystery wife? Besides, he's just a mercenary. You, on the other hand, are a big important person who has to impress even more important people. Surely you can remember something. They're not still using the buckles, are they?

[He actually seems to be considering the question. It's a very different topic to talk about.]

Buckles? I don't believe so. Long gloves seemed to be making a comeback.

Oh. Hmph, I never cared for long gloves. Especially the ones that come past the elbows. Very uncomfortable. I had to wear those at the Zexen Ball a few years ago and it it nearly ruined the whole evening for me.

A venture when you met with the Lady Lightfellow, isn't it? Your reputation precedes you, Miss Pendragon.

Hmph, I guess somebody like you would have nothing better to do than to find out about minor, forgettable incidents like that.

[It was more a bullet note in his research of Salome Harras, but that wasn't something he was going to talk about with her.]

As the daughter of the president of the Tinto Republic, you are more than a simple noble.

Oh Albert, that's so sweet of you to notice.

Why thank you, Miss Pendragon.

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