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[treadingdawn]

I cannot say I have ever had such a schooling experience before. Peter called them blazers and ties. I believe they are called uncomfortable.

Private to the Deities

I would like to speak with one of you, at your leisure.

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[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Aside from the discomfort, you mean.

I had a thought today, Peter.

[This isn't the great big news, just the lead in.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Were they really that uncomfortable for you? I guess we could try to find a shop here that sold clothes that you're more used to. It's a bit of a bother to watch you squirm all day, to be honest.

[... haha. Just kind of tilts his head toward Caspian, implying that he's listening. And that they're talking face to face?]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Are you worried for my comfort? I like these shirts instead.

[Poking at his white t-shirt, but his trousers are still the same suede set. Face to face indeed!]

I have spoken with one of the deities. We should have some idea of how they rule. I have asked for Destrier.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

It's good you like tee shirts, but you can't wear them with everything. I'm not the most fashionable dresser in the world but-

[cuts off. As long as Caspian's happy]

That's incredibly risky. You don't know what kind of scheme they'll pull on you.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

It feels thin under my brigandine.

[Nodding in agreement with Peter, oblivious to how odd his smocked and embroidered tunic is to everyone else.]

We should learn what we can. I have faith they will not fatally hurt what they need to keep this world alive.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

They're supposed to be like that. Heavy cotton isn't the most comfortable wear in the summer.

That may be true, but that won't keep them from any treachery. Besides, there are so many other people here, losing one or two wouldn't make much of a different to them. I'm sure there's another way we could find out more about them.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

It does feel cooler...

The Lady Lupus appears to favor me. I may be allowed closely enough to see if there are other gateways.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

she favors you? In what way?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

She asked how do I look without a shirt. I suspect she requires simple menial labor.

[Has only a slight idea of what else the question implies.]

1/2

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

 

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

That... are you planning on actually doing that?

[can't really decide if he feels disgusted or what]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I will take the risk for the benefit of what we might achieve, Peter.

[Unsure as to why Peter might feel disgusted.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

It's not the risk here. It's more of an issue of pride.

You do understand the implications of that question, right?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I believe I am to serve in the kitchen. What do you believe it means?

[Curious look at Peter. Maybe amused.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[is more confused and frustrated]

First, did she ask any other questions? And how are you communicating with her?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

She spoke to me through what the others here call the network.

You believe she wants something from me beyond my working hands?

[Absolutely no pun intended.]

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

She wouldn't have asked a question like that if she wanted you to do just manual labor.

I don't know what she really wants, but it sounds dubious. You should ask her outright what she wants you to do.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Serve wine, it seems. Are you worried?

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

Worried?

It was more of a concern you'd end up doing something... distasteful.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[Staring at Peter.]

Distasteful--

[His brow quirks and his tan cheek almost flushes.]

No.

[lionrampante.livejournal.com]

[just stares back]

I'm glad we see eye to eye.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[The image is something he'll have to wash out of his eyes.]

Why would you say that? She's much older than I--

[Pausing, remembering Susan. Tsk.]