Soma was quiet for long enough afterward that Lingormr could have been forgiven for thinking she'd simply fallen asleep.
Whatever she had been expecting, it wasn't this. A sly dig at the armsmaster, maybe, or a light comment to break the tension--but not a story unlike the others, about great wars and houses she wasn't sure she understood...
It was a metaphor, of course. It had to be one. A clever metaphor, wrapped up in the guise of a fairy tale, and delivered convincingly with Lingormr's not inconsiderable skill. But at the same time it was impossible to miss the tone of his voice, something so muddled she was sure her brainwaves wouldn't have been able to parse it even if she were operating in peak condition. Enough of it was real to hurt.
So then the man who visited you-- she thought, but didn't say.
"Lingormr," she said softly, "how much of this is true?"
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Whatever she had been expecting, it wasn't this. A sly dig at the armsmaster, maybe, or a light comment to break the tension--but not a story unlike the others, about great wars and houses she wasn't sure she understood...
It was a metaphor, of course. It had to be one. A clever metaphor, wrapped up in the guise of a fairy tale, and delivered convincingly with Lingormr's not inconsiderable skill. But at the same time it was impossible to miss the tone of his voice, something so muddled she was sure her brainwaves wouldn't have been able to parse it even if she were operating in peak condition. Enough of it was real to hurt.
So then the man who visited you-- she thought, but didn't say.
"Lingormr," she said softly, "how much of this is true?"