THIS IS JUST A PSL NOW I GUESS;

[fossick]

(( used the wrong method with the wrong technique ))

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[fossick]

[He won't stop her. If that's her logic, then whether or not he thinks it'll be fruitful is none of his concern. Perhaps she'll stay in the city; live there, for all he cares. She will be beyond his concern, and permanently so.]

Very well. Then you might begin readying your things to leave sooner rather than later. The merchants and their ilk will make their way out of the Vale mere days after the Festival has come to an end.

[Just so she's aware before she drifts off to her bedroom.]

[luciole]

Mm. Noted.

... 𝓗𝓾𝔂𝓮𝓷? 𝓘𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶?

𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓭.

[Lucinda doesn't respond to Flora and Feather.]

When I make it to the city, I'll make sure to send something interesting back to you.

[fossick]

You hardly need to.

[Ah, unkind. Cold as ever. If he senses his melancholy, he is never the type to try to ease it -- at least, not on a day like this one.]

Sleep now. It's been a long day for you. There's nothing in the morrow for you to tend do, so I'll not be waking you up.

[luciole]

... Yes.

[Soft footsteps move to her sleeping area.

If only Flora could work her magic on this man who has seen the vulnerable and pathetic parts of Lucinda. It was the petty part of her that wanted to hold the knowledge of his wrongdoings over him while he could be left ignorant of her. Weir wanted to be left alone to his easy life, didn't he? Lucinda would be doing him a favor, just like the mercy she showed her mother and father.]

𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓗𝓾𝔂𝓮𝓷. 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽.

[They both harbor entangled hearts. Only in the next few days would they know if it becomes strangled even further.]

Good night.