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the rather impressive
front door, she triggered the bell. It was like a door bell from home, but
worked using magic. That was a new thing however. One that she’d worked out
about a month before. It was nearly never used, so the crystal pack on it would
probably work for decades. It made loud chimes trigger inside. Turning she
winked at her date.
“Not to brag, but I made that.
Myself. Even the radiatives for it. You took classes on that at University? I…”
She was stuck suddenly, not knowing what normal people would ask then. For all
she knew it was horribly rude to bring up anything even remotely like that. It
hadn’t seemed like it with anyone else, but she was still kind of on a date.
The rules might be a bit different for that.
Thankfully, Tomas smiled at her as
if that were a totally normal thing to go on about.
“I did take a few. That
wasn’t my prime area, naturally. Most of the art types actually major in
traditional magic. It’s a bit more fluid and graceful than the more technical
applications. Still, that’s impressive. Magical chimes? To alert the folk
inside that we’re here?” There was a bit of nervous looking around then, as if
they might not be allowed there at all.
Except that moments later the front
door opened. That showed a rather dapper gentleman standing there. He was
decently tall, fit looking and attractive enough to get in trouble with the
right kind of person. Charles Winslow was taken however. A thing that Gwen had
long thought to be a shame. Gay as well, which would have gotten her right out
of the running. Not that she’d have been in it, anyway. After all, he was a
professional butler, as well as ex-special forces. If he’d been straight and in
desperate need, he still would have turned down his employer’s daughter.
Gwen wasn’t Katherine, but she looked just like her. That other girl was even
in her head still. Subdued for the moment. Mainly at her own behest.
Trying to stay alive. Or, just possibly, making sure that Gwen got to.
After no more than a tenth of a
second of hesitation, Charles smiled at her.
“Miss Farris! Have you come for
dinner? That would be lovely, to be truthful. I fear that there were plans,
but… Rather a last moment cancelation. It isn’t grand.” He seemed displeased by
that idea.
Gwen didn’t have to ask however. It
was a thing that happened to poor Ethyl now. She’d make plans, with an old
friend or two, only to have them pull out at the last moment, due to social
pressure.
On the good side, she was hungry,
not having gotten anything to eat that evening. She really did need to gain
some weight as well, so that part just made sense, if the food was already
there. A bit mean, dragging poor Tomas along to meet her mother and father like
that, but he was the one that didn’t seem to get that she was really herself
yet. Not totally.
“That sounds great. If it really
isn’t any trouble? I’m mainly here to show off for Tomas. The new door chime
and all that? We’re dating, so, you get the idea, I want to make a good
impression.” She winked, trying to be conspiratorial and a bit teasing. It
wasn’t like the man wasn’t standing right there with her.
Winslow bowed toward the fellow.
“Very good, Miss. Please, come in.
I’m certain that we can arrange a suitable meal, even if plans fluctuate again.
Would you be pleased with the sitting room? Mrs. Vernor is entertaining in
there, this evening.”
“Sounds good. Thanks, Charles.” She
reached out and took Tomas by the hand, as they walked away. It wasn’t that bad
of a trip down the large hallway to the left, but it was still a bit of
walking. Park Street could be a tiny bit overwhelming at first. At least if you
weren’t a Duke or better.
In the sitting room there was a bit
of a surprise for her, since there was a Duke there already. Her friend,
Groundling. He was technically second in line for the kingdom’s throne at the
moment. At least if Marianna didn’t pop out a kid
front door, she triggered the bell. It was like a door bell from home, but
worked using magic. That was a new thing however. One that she’d worked out
about a month before. It was nearly never used, so the crystal pack on it would
probably work for decades. It made loud chimes trigger inside. Turning she
winked at her date.
“Not to brag, but I made that.
Myself. Even the radiatives for it. You took classes on that at University? I…”
She was stuck suddenly, not knowing what normal people would ask then. For all
she knew it was horribly rude to bring up anything even remotely like that. It
hadn’t seemed like it with anyone else, but she was still kind of on a date.
The rules might be a bit different for that.
Thankfully, Tomas smiled at her as
if that were a totally normal thing to go on about.
“I did take a few. That
wasn’t my prime area, naturally. Most of the art types actually major in
traditional magic. It’s a bit more fluid and graceful than the more technical
applications. Still, that’s impressive. Magical chimes? To alert the folk
inside that we’re here?” There was a bit of nervous looking around then, as if
they might not be allowed there at all.
Except that moments later the front
door opened. That showed a rather dapper gentleman standing there. He was
decently tall, fit looking and attractive enough to get in trouble with the
right kind of person. Charles Winslow was taken however. A thing that Gwen had
long thought to be a shame. Gay as well, which would have gotten her right out
of the running. Not that she’d have been in it, anyway. After all, he was a
professional butler, as well as ex-special forces. If he’d been straight and in
desperate need, he still would have turned down his employer’s daughter.
Gwen wasn’t Katherine, but she looked just like her. That other girl was even
in her head still. Subdued for the moment. Mainly at her own behest.
Trying to stay alive. Or, just possibly, making sure that Gwen got to.
After no more than a tenth of a
second of hesitation, Charles smiled at her.
“Miss Farris! Have you come for
dinner? That would be lovely, to be truthful. I fear that there were plans,
but… Rather a last moment cancelation. It isn’t grand.” He seemed displeased by
that idea.
Gwen didn’t have to ask however. It
was a thing that happened to poor Ethyl now. She’d make plans, with an old
friend or two, only to have them pull out at the last moment, due to social
pressure.
On the good side, she was hungry,
not having gotten anything to eat that evening. She really did need to gain
some weight as well, so that part just made sense, if the food was already
there. A bit mean, dragging poor Tomas along to meet her mother and father like
that, but he was the one that didn’t seem to get that she was really herself
yet. Not totally.
“That sounds great. If it really
isn’t any trouble? I’m mainly here to show off for Tomas. The new door chime
and all that? We’re dating, so, you get the idea, I want to make a good
impression.” She winked, trying to be conspiratorial and a bit teasing. It
wasn’t like the man wasn’t standing right there with her.
Winslow bowed toward the fellow.
“Very good, Miss. Please, come in.
I’m certain that we can arrange a suitable meal, even if plans fluctuate again.
Would you be pleased with the sitting room? Mrs. Vernor is entertaining in
there, this evening.”
“Sounds good. Thanks, Charles.” She
reached out and took Tomas by the hand, as they walked away. It wasn’t that bad
of a trip down the large hallway to the left, but it was still a bit of
walking. Park Street could be a tiny bit overwhelming at first. At least if you
weren’t a Duke or better.
In the sitting room there was a bit
of a surprise for her, since there was a Duke there already. Her friend,
Groundling. He was technically second in line for the kingdom’s throne at the
moment. At least if Marianna didn’t pop out a kid
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