That the Brash Devil had caught the ire of their professor was half a relief to the Tailor, since it meant they were likely out of the crosshairs, and they had begun to transcribe, but then they looked up at the exact moment the Academic's monocle caught the light, saw the way the fabric of their clothes shifted. For one distinct, shining moment, they felt a meaning snag in their head. It looked just like--
No. They couldn't place it. At the most, they could only think of the Dance of the Elder Continent they had seen occasionally at the finer parties. But this was nothing like that. Still, something about the shape of the fabric... The way the garments laid. There was something to that.
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Re: Lecture
Date: 2025-06-17 10:04 pm (UTC)No. They couldn't place it. At the most, they could only think of the Dance of the Elder Continent they had seen occasionally at the finer parties. But this was nothing like that. Still, something about the shape of the fabric... The way the garments laid. There was something to that.
They wondered, and then returned to their work.