I smile at Melania, because it is not an unintelligent question.
"From whomsoever has traded them, my friend," I say, and Glass apologises for sharpness and I raise my hand and wave it in a mind-thee-not universal gesture. She rattles off some platitudes about dreams of weather, and then finally comes to something she wants.
"Folk speak plainer when they've no care for your being there." "Yeah, except you hear stuff you wish you didn't," adds Melania, and I wonder about that.
"Invisible I cannot render you," I say, although of course I could, but that is richer magic than a peddlar should carry. "But I can, let me think on it..." I pull out a couple of bottles and look at them as if in deep thought. "Colour of leaf or stone, snow or sky," I say, looking at one bottle, "walk as soft as snowfall, light as the western wind," I say, looking at the other. "Together, yes, I think it could be done, mistress." I smile at Glass. "But was that idle talk, or a call to business?" I look at Melania. "And come, friend, there must be wishes you'd be having."
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Date: 2010-04-23 11:13 pm (UTC)I smile at Melania, because it is not an unintelligent question.
"From whomsoever has traded them, my friend," I say, and Glass apologises for sharpness and I raise my hand and wave it in a mind-thee-not universal gesture. She rattles off some platitudes about dreams of weather, and then finally comes to something she wants.
"Folk speak plainer when they've no care for your being there."
"Yeah, except you hear stuff you wish you didn't," adds Melania, and I wonder about that.
"Invisible I cannot render you," I say, although of course I could, but that is richer magic than a peddlar should carry. "But I can, let me think on it..." I pull out a couple of bottles and look at them as if in deep thought. "Colour of leaf or stone, snow or sky," I say, looking at one bottle, "walk as soft as snowfall, light as the western wind," I say, looking at the other. "Together, yes, I think it could be done, mistress." I smile at Glass. "But was that idle talk, or a call to business?" I look at Melania. "And come, friend, there must be wishes you'd be having."