There are his daggers to collect, also -- the remaining haunches pried off to cool on a flat rock.
“I’ll see to the dishes first.”
Silas is eminently reasonable -- surely there’s no need to restart conversation just before he’s due to step outside. There is plenty of clean snow out there with which to scrub away any residue. He stops for his gloves and hat along the way.
Thot turns her head one-hundred and eighty degrees to watch him go, feathery stockings let to hang loose through Ellis’ fingers. There’s nothing rigid about her, clawed feet easily bunched up or left to dangle, the tucked felt flaps of her ears easy to fold one way or the other.
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“I’ll see to the dishes first.”
Silas is eminently reasonable -- surely there’s no need to restart conversation just before he’s due to step outside. There is plenty of clean snow out there with which to scrub away any residue. He stops for his gloves and hat along the way.
Thot turns her head one-hundred and eighty degrees to watch him go, feathery stockings let to hang loose through Ellis’ fingers. There’s nothing rigid about her, clawed feet easily bunched up or left to dangle, the tucked felt flaps of her ears easy to fold one way or the other.