[As with a great deal of the invitations Fitcher is extended, she takes him up on this one—slipping wordlessly past Silas into the bar of soft light and so the corridor beyond.
It isn't until they've successfully navigated back through the house—coasting idly along the fringe of the part, pausing once while he and Thot wait in a shadow while she accepts a drink off a tray and makes small talk with a two ladies at the very margins of the evening until they eventually pass on, allowing Fitcher to down the rest of the drink and then scurry along—and are emerging from it that she picks up where they'd left off as easily as if there had been no taut action sequence between points a and z.]
Any princess, or do you have a particular one in mind?
[The evening has cooled considerably since last they were in it. The air smells like rain.]
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It isn't until they've successfully navigated back through the house—coasting idly along the fringe of the part, pausing once while he and Thot wait in a shadow while she accepts a drink off a tray and makes small talk with a two ladies at the very margins of the evening until they eventually pass on, allowing Fitcher to down the rest of the drink and then scurry along—and are emerging from it that she picks up where they'd left off as easily as if there had been no taut action sequence between points a and z.]
Any princess, or do you have a particular one in mind?
[The evening has cooled considerably since last they were in it. The air smells like rain.]