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crystal | letter | cease and desist notices slipped under her door | action

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[rowancrowned]

On a cot, of course. I am not so cruel. But you will accompany me at all times.

[rathercommon]

Are you serious right now?

[rowancrowned]

Yes.

It is a thin pretense, but it will hold until matters with Flint are settled.

[rathercommon]

[ Ah - She's still anxious, but that comment makes her anxiety recede a little. ]

So - it is a pretense?

[rowancrowned]

Yes.

I would not punish you by making you do your job. I would-- seat you alone at mealtimes, perhaps. Make you muck the eyrie alone.

[rathercommon]

[ She relaxes even further - enough to half-joke: ]

That first one doesn't really sound like a punishment. [ A breath out. ] All right. That sounds - fine. The door won't be locked or anything, right?

[rowancrowned]

( you can hear the smile: )

I would seat Monsieur Rutyer a table over. Close enough to overhear, to turn and shout at, but forbidden.

( this would be funny for him. but also bad. )

At night? My quarters are locked and warded. No one enters, no one leaves. If you wish to, you will fetch me.

[rathercommon]

[ A sound of utter disgust. Kitty's opinion of Monsieur Rutyer is clearly not...high. ]

I meant more - I won't be locked in. This isn't - prison, or anything.

[rowancrowned]

No. But it is still for your protection, and I cannot protect you if I do not know where you are. More specifically, if you are outside, say, my reach.

[rathercommon]

Yeah. No. I don't want to - It's a good idea. I just don't want to be...trapped. You know.

[rowancrowned]

It is not forever. I will give you a copy of the key, if it would soothe you.

And if you feel confined, we will go to the Wounded Coast. It is beyond sense that you do not know how to ride yet. You can learn on Bill. He is... solid.

[rathercommon]

I - Yeah. That might be nice.

[rowancrowned]

You have warm clothes for the winter? You have not grown out of last years?

[rathercommon]

[ ?? ]

No, I'm - I'm done growing.

[rowancrowned]

( briefly taken off his thoughts of the coming winter- )

You are sure? I am unfamiliar with mortal children, but I would have thought you had a few years left.

[rathercommon]

[ He sounds like Bartimaeus. Well, no, he doesn't - Bartimaeus would be a lot ruder about it. ]

No. This is as tall as I get.

[rowancrowned]

How do you know?

( now more curious than anything. )

[rathercommon]

I - I don't know.

[ ????? ]

Because - you don't grow anymore when you're a teenager.

[rowancrowned]

( he's squinting at the crystal elfishly. he'd ask gwen, but she doesn't have much to work with. he'll ask- wait no he doesn't have any other human friends. romain?? maybe. coupe? no. romain it is. )

Will you need help moving your possessions?

[rathercommon]

Help? Oh - no. I haven't got much.

[rowancrowned]

Gather it, then, and come when you are ready.