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[eiattu_pride]

He's been back - really back, Rogues gone, re-involved with the court back - for just over a week now. Already he's been spending too much time by the window, thinking about the stars and the people he's grown up with, too much time wondering if he's made the right decision. So you'll forgive him if he's up early this morning, face set in a slight frown that's pretty much second nature to him now, drinking from a mug of mostly caf.

The not-quite-caf bit may or may not be good whiskey, but no one needs to know that. He's got a state dinner tonight. He's allowed.

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[eiattu_pride]

Rial turns to go, a murmured "My lady" hanging in the air even as he sweeps away, head full of new and confusing thoughts.

Well.

That could've gone better.

[fighting_mad]

Isplourrdacartha looks over her shoulder, once, to be sure he's gone, and then she walks through the stables, steps slow and measured. Her thak waits eagerly in his stall, straining his neck over the door, and the countess smiles at him and feeds him the bits of bluefruit she'd saved from breakfast. Treats shared, she slips into the stall with a saddle, and she sets it atop the thak's broad back.

Halfway through tightening the cinch, her hands begin to shake. She tucks her forehead against the thak's shoulder and silently sobs, her arms around the beast's neck.

The thak worriedly noses her hair.