[Andrew wakes up a little late, eyes heavy under the same grogginess that made her want to stay in bed the first morning she woke here.
She lies in bed a little while (no one to call for, here, and perhaps the thought makes her freeze overlong), rises late, dresses late in the privacy of the powder room, and intends to go to the chateau late - and alone. In case Tia is still sleeping, she gives the sitting room a wide berth.
Instead, she pauses when she finds Ayaka in the villa she thought empty, fingers fussing with her cuff and still attempting to fasten it securely. Her clothing is slightly uneven.]
Oh. I wasn't expecting you to be here. Have you just returned from breakfast? [Please say yes.] Next time I'll ask you bring me something.
[ the good thing about having a nice fluffy bed to sleep on after days of sleeping on cold hard floors at the most irregular hours is that this is probably some of the best sleep that she has had in a while. the bad thing is that she has totally overslept. saber, she figures, must be worried about her.
but as she's about to finish getting herself ready, she hears andrew and she whips her head around. her glasses are still on the top of her head and her braid is undone, but otherwise looks like before. ]
Ah, hey Andrew. Are you feeling better? [ she pulls her glasses down, just so that she doesn't look absolutely wild. and about the question... ] Well, uh... I actually hadn't gotten anything for breakfast yet. To be honest, I kind of overslept.
[Her green eyes flick across Ayaka's face before she pulls her glasses down. For a moment, Andrew is silent with thought. It's as if she's thinking of something hidden.]
Oh, [she says again. There's a small, petulant spike in her heart.] There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I was tired, too. We've had quite a shock. Who could blame us for being troubled?
[Then she stands there silently, awkward and even looking a bit young. This would be the place where she would invite Ayaka to breakfast with her, but it seems to be lagging behind.]
I mean, when you put it that way I guess you're right.
[ who's ayaka to argue? though she does feel a little unnerved by andrew's gaze on her, she at first pays it no mind until they're...
kind of both staring at each other awkwardly. does andrew want her to say something? ]
Uh... I'm going to go check if there's some leftover bread or if Witch has conjured up something else to eat. [ she points with her thumb over her shoulder, half turning her body. not quite an invitation but... if she wants to tag along.... ]
[ no andrew, she was not asking to go get breakfast with you, but now that the question is in the air she can't really go and say no to that, can she? ]
Oh, sure.
[ she nods. ]
Have you always had um... servants bring stuff to you? This must be different, then.
[She knows she isn't wanted - she never is. It would have been a little more satisfying to force Ayaka into saying it, but there's satisfaction nonetheless in knowing she might be a bit more miserable to be accompanied.]
The Grace household has a pack of maids at its disposal. I suppose I owe Mary, the head maid, a great deal of thanks for all she's done for me. And Lillian is a school for noble daughters, so playing along as a proper young lady is necessary.
[As they step out of the villa - it's so much like that first morning, the irony isn't lost on her, and she chuckles coldly - Andrew gestures to the opulent grounds.]
Don't you think this place looks like it should have servants?
[ if she's miserable, she doesn't really show it. her desire of solitude is not due to a conscious desire to be alone, but something more natural. in the same way that birds know how to fly in the sky instinctively, she seeks loneliness like it's in her nature.
to have it disturbed by andrew is not upsetting, only strange.
she looks around at the area, vaguely remembering the castle where she saw philia and the other two white-haired women. even that place was empty, but they seemed to be taking care of it. ]
I guess? I've never lived in a place like this, so I'm not sure what supposed to and isn't supposed to exist in there. But it looks pretty well kept, doesn't it?
As much as if it had an entire household maintaining it.
[She falls into step beside Ayaka, but never fully integrated. She keeps a distance that would look unusual for normal girls walking at chatting, though she does remain beside her.]
Do you believe Witch that it isn't his? [Ayaka can probably guess from the airy way Grace inserts the question into the conversation like a pin into a pleat of fabric what her perspective is.]
[ ayaka returns the question with one of her own. this is not because she lacks her own opinion, but because she figures that there's something that andrew wants to tell her. could it be that she might know some thing, or is this simple guesswork? ]
Before I woke up in bed with you [she does have to put it that way, yes], I swear I heard the chiming of a clock. Then again, when he called us to meet with him, they rang again, all throughout the palace.
[As evidence goes, it's circumstantial - speculation only. For all that people have bizarre curios and collections and fascinations with owning stupid pretty things, a room of clocks that respond to the very call of their host does seem funny to her.]
I'd be lying if I didn't say that he isn't suspicious...
[ really, when andrew puts it that way, it makes sense to ayaka. sure, she defended him, but it wasn't out of a desire to help him. there was a far more selfish reason to it-- she simply didn't want to see any more violence than she had lived through those past few days. ]
But if you're right, then isn't this an even worse situation? We'd be in the palm of the hand of a crazy mage for god knows what reason.
[readers they were in the palm of the hand of a crazy mage for god knows what reason]
We've no idea if he's mad. He could just be holding things from us. I'd rather madness than someone who was playing a cruel game.
[Sane men are the ones who lead armies to conquer nations and hold people under their thumbs. There are many more things that can drive a man crazy.]
I heard they're another kind of magic - clocks and time - but how am I supposed to know about any of that? All I can think is that we might already be running out of it.
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week 1, monday
She lies in bed a little while (no one to call for, here, and perhaps the thought makes her freeze overlong), rises late, dresses late in the privacy of the powder room, and intends to go to the chateau late - and alone. In case Tia is still sleeping, she gives the sitting room a wide berth.
Instead, she pauses when she finds Ayaka in the villa she thought empty, fingers fussing with her cuff and still attempting to fasten it securely. Her clothing is slightly uneven.]
Oh. I wasn't expecting you to be here. Have you just returned from breakfast? [Please say yes.] Next time I'll ask you bring me something.
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but as she's about to finish getting herself ready, she hears andrew and she whips her head around. her glasses are still on the top of her head and her braid is undone, but otherwise looks like before. ]
Ah, hey Andrew. Are you feeling better? [ she pulls her glasses down, just so that she doesn't look absolutely wild. and about the question... ] Well, uh... I actually hadn't gotten anything for breakfast yet. To be honest, I kind of overslept.
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Oh, [she says again. There's a small, petulant spike in her heart.] There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I was tired, too. We've had quite a shock. Who could blame us for being troubled?
[Then she stands there silently, awkward and even looking a bit young. This would be the place where she would invite Ayaka to breakfast with her, but it seems to be lagging behind.]
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[ who's ayaka to argue? though she does feel a little unnerved by andrew's gaze on her, she at first pays it no mind until they're...
kind of both staring at each other awkwardly. does andrew want her to say something? ]
Uh... I'm going to go check if there's some leftover bread or if Witch has conjured up something else to eat. [ she points with her thumb over her shoulder, half turning her body. not quite an invitation but... if she wants to tag along.... ]
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[It wouldn't be difficult to assume from her reaction - whether it's true or not - that Andrew is hopeful for an answer.]
I don't have anyone to ask to send up a tray. And even if I did, it's hard to eat alone. I suppose I'm to do these things myself for now...
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Oh, sure.
[ she nods. ]
Have you always had um... servants bring stuff to you? This must be different, then.
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The Grace household has a pack of maids at its disposal. I suppose I owe Mary, the head maid, a great deal of thanks for all she's done for me. And Lillian is a school for noble daughters, so playing along as a proper young lady is necessary.
[As they step out of the villa - it's so much like that first morning, the irony isn't lost on her, and she chuckles coldly - Andrew gestures to the opulent grounds.]
Don't you think this place looks like it should have servants?
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to have it disturbed by andrew is not upsetting, only strange.
she looks around at the area, vaguely remembering the castle where she saw philia and the other two white-haired women. even that place was empty, but they seemed to be taking care of it. ]
I guess? I've never lived in a place like this, so I'm not sure what supposed to and isn't supposed to exist in there. But it looks pretty well kept, doesn't it?
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[She falls into step beside Ayaka, but never fully integrated. She keeps a distance that would look unusual for normal girls walking at chatting, though she does remain beside her.]
Do you believe Witch that it isn't his? [Ayaka can probably guess from the airy way Grace inserts the question into the conversation like a pin into a pleat of fabric what her perspective is.]
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[ ayaka returns the question with one of her own. this is not because she lacks her own opinion, but because she figures that there's something that andrew wants to tell her. could it be that she might know some thing, or is this simple guesswork? ]
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[As evidence goes, it's circumstantial - speculation only. For all that people have bizarre curios and collections and fascinations with owning stupid pretty things, a room of clocks that respond to the very call of their host does seem funny to her.]
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[ really, when andrew puts it that way, it makes sense to ayaka. sure, she defended him, but it wasn't out of a desire to help him. there was a far more selfish reason to it-- she simply didn't want to see any more violence than she had lived through those past few days. ]
But if you're right, then isn't this an even worse situation? We'd be in the palm of the hand of a crazy mage for god knows what reason.
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We've no idea if he's mad. He could just be holding things from us. I'd rather madness than someone who was playing a cruel game.
[Sane men are the ones who lead armies to conquer nations and hold people under their thumbs. There are many more things that can drive a man crazy.]
I heard they're another kind of magic - clocks and time - but how am I supposed to know about any of that? All I can think is that we might already be running out of it.