He doesn't trust her owlish curiosity for an instant-- not with the way things have been, not how he left things with his home country.
"A gardener," he answers evasively, catching the lilt of her dialect as well. Not an Altus, at least, or at least not one he knows. There are always cousins and bastards that don't fit the mold but have their uses.
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Date: 2020-07-20 05:51 am (UTC)"A gardener," he answers evasively, catching the lilt of her dialect as well. Not an Altus, at least, or at least not one he knows. There are always cousins and bastards that don't fit the mold but have their uses.
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Date: 2020-08-24 09:37 am (UTC)As if this were some game of poor disguises. She waggles the staff — just a little, just the tip —
"Behold my crook."
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Date: 2020-08-24 08:15 pm (UTC)"Minrathous," is all he says.