[Maketh wastes no time with dressing and arrives promptly at Henry's door in under fifteen minutes. Punctuality was encouraged in the Academy. She comes with some instant coffee in her bag, though, because this conversation - or whatever else ensues - will require her full attention. Lack of sleep has been catching up with her.
She knocks on the door, hair pinned up in a severe bun.]
[Henry opens the door and lets Maketh in. He is dressed in hose and a shirt of obvious medieval origin; neatly stitched repairs to the latter make it clear that these are what he wears beneath his layers of armour. He's just about finished laying out a modest breakfast spread on the kitchen table. All that is missing is a bowl of water for washing one's hands.]
Take a seat where you will.
[His own chair is half pulled out. On top of the table nearby waits his basket containing Hope's blessing.]
[As always, he's quick to answer the door. Maketh steps in, carrying her bag. Inside it she has the basket holding Hope's latest overture. She's not certain it can be called a gift.] Do you mind if I make some coffee? It helps me focus.
I would hardly keep you from that which bestows your vigour. [He replies, amused.] Henceforth treat my apartment as yours.
[Henry closes the door behind her, then heads into the kitchen to pour out a bowl of water. He sets it down on the table before he takes a seat there to await her.]
[It's said lightly, and just a little teasing. Maketh practically runs on coffee. Thankfully she's gotten to the point where she can brew it quickly when needed, and get straight back to business. She returns to the table with a steaming mug, then takes her seat.] Why us, do you think?
[Henry picks up the sphere. He lightly tosses it into the air and catches it, an idle, continuous action he keeps up as he speaks on.]
Their notice of our efforts comes late enough that I do not think them privy to the conversation which birthed it. In any case, there is but one way for us to grasp their intent.
[And that is to use the gift and see what it actually bestows.
Proving that his impetuous streak is alive and well, Henry holds her gaze as he abruptly crushes the the sphere in his hand on his next catch.]
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Date: 2016-06-14 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-14 11:38 pm (UTC)[Henry agrees, returning the sphere to the basket before he ends the feed.]
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Date: 2016-06-15 03:43 pm (UTC)She knocks on the door, hair pinned up in a severe bun.]
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Date: 2016-06-16 02:26 am (UTC)Take a seat where you will.
[His own chair is half pulled out. On top of the table nearby waits his basket containing Hope's blessing.]
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Date: 2016-06-16 09:00 pm (UTC)[As always, he's quick to answer the door. Maketh steps in, carrying her bag. Inside it she has the basket holding Hope's latest overture. She's not certain it can be called a gift.] Do you mind if I make some coffee? It helps me focus.
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Date: 2016-06-17 02:16 pm (UTC)[Henry closes the door behind her, then heads into the kitchen to pour out a bowl of water. He sets it down on the table before he takes a seat there to await her.]
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Date: 2016-06-17 06:51 pm (UTC)[It's said lightly, and just a little teasing. Maketh practically runs on coffee. Thankfully she's gotten to the point where she can brew it quickly when needed, and get straight back to business. She returns to the table with a steaming mug, then takes her seat.] Why us, do you think?
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Date: 2016-06-20 03:23 pm (UTC)[Henry picks up the sphere. He lightly tosses it into the air and catches it, an idle, continuous action he keeps up as he speaks on.]
Their notice of our efforts comes late enough that I do not think them privy to the conversation which birthed it. In any case, there is but one way for us to grasp their intent.
[And that is to use the gift and see what it actually bestows.
Proving that his impetuous streak is alive and well, Henry holds her gaze as he abruptly crushes the the sphere in his hand on his next catch.]
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Date: 2016-06-20 06:50 pm (UTC)[She doubts that Hope has forgiven her. She doubts Hope ever considers that he might be in the wrong.
She doesn't expect Henry to act as suddenly as she does and goes tense, reaching out to stop him.
Too late, it turns out.] Henry! Are you hurt?