14 ⚓ Voice ⚓ Recovering honor and lordship in his own domains?

[hearrrtofgold]

Raise your hand if you didn’t die.

In the spirit of supportiveness, if anyone’s still messed up from that port I’ll take over your heavy lifting.

[Private to Francis]
[Temporary pairing, Duke repeats to himself. Temporary. No one’s expecting him to graduate the guy this month. Which is good because he’s not sure he could – he doesn’t like Francis, thinks he’s an ass. In and of itself, however, that’s not a crime.

Even being a politician is not, honestly, a crime. Usually. And Duke has weathered stranger things -- it’s not like anyone asked him to warden Arla.]

You like to talk. Want to do that, or should I just ask if you need anything then back off?

Comments

Private

[hearrrtofgold]

Did you catch anything the voices said?

Her dress was glowing. [Of course it was.] Had she been violent before?

Re: Private

[shakenandlimp]

I didn't catch anything; I thought it was French, and I don't have any French. It was some gabble. But I was sure that it was the enemy.

She'd seemed civilized enough the rest of the time we were together, I don't know her much beyond that.

Private

[hearrrtofgold]

And I've got virtually none. But if you remember it someone on board might be able to translate.

I'm not surprised.

...Are you going to talk to her?

Re: Private

[shakenandlimp]

[Bush has as little chance of remembering the whispers that drove him into the dark as a man has of recalling birdsong and echoing it accurately back, and thinks the notion ridiculous.]

I am going to talk to her warden and tell him she may have my pistol, but what ought I to say to her?