( the walrus is gone, and gwenaëlle sits with the note she finds in her pigeonhole for a time. smooths it out, sets it and the book down on coupe's letter still on her desk.
what a cunt. she misses him a great deal already. she sits there, understanding no nevarran at all, for quite some time before she reaches for her crystal, hanging from the chatelaine at her waist with her spectacles. )
crystal.
what a cunt. she misses him a great deal already. she sits there, understanding no nevarran at all, for quite some time before she reaches for her crystal, hanging from the chatelaine at her waist with her spectacles. )
Abby, you remember we were talking about books.