Fresh out of the Emerald Graves, he's ruffled, with a few grass stains on his knees and a curl out of place. He looks tired. His collar isn't perfectly starched. His kohl could stand a little reapplication.
The Herald's Rest is too loud. The Liberalum arrived via Sister Nightingale's little birds in his absence. Dorian very badly wants some decent wine as he starts his work.
Speaking of little birds, the veil might well mean he's incorrect, but -- "Lady Nonagesimus? Ninth?"
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Fresh out of the Emerald Graves, he's ruffled, with a few grass stains on his knees and a curl out of place. He looks tired. His collar isn't perfectly starched. His kohl could stand a little reapplication.
The Herald's Rest is too loud. The Liberalum arrived via Sister Nightingale's little birds in his absence. Dorian very badly wants some decent wine as he starts his work.
Speaking of little birds, the veil might well mean he's incorrect, but -- "Lady Nonagesimus? Ninth?"