The RPG of Dominion Space…
The Rotunda [Just repeating the last post here as a memory jogger.] Reflectively, “I think there’s always exceptions, anyone who says they like everyone is probably either a liar or naive.” He’s quiet for...
Reflectively, “I think there’s always exceptions, anyone who says they like everyone is probably either a liar or naive.” He’s quiet for a time, leaving her the option of filling the silence with her...
“Heh, I suppose it is.” He takes a careful forkful of his meal. “Do you like people?”
A nod toward her wrist, “And you put that together yourself?”
He seems pleased. “I cultivated my nose with food and drink, but a friend pointed out the complexities of scents once, and so I spent a little time studying the art.” He looks up,...
“Cardamom, peach and something citrus-like on top… cinnamon, cloves and… perhaps rose? There in the middle? Base note of sandalwood, cedar, musk and…” he inhales again, “… something I can’t quite place, could be...
He stops, takes time to take a mouthful of water that he swishes around briefly, then leans forward and inhales a long and slow sample of the scent. Which perfume is she wearing?
Envoy Time “It was certainly an experience; focusses the attention.” He takes a careful bite of his own meal – some sort of stuffed crepe.
Import/Export Solomon doesn’t immediately press the nature of Lia’s work further. Envoy Time “Well rarely, but one or twice in person, yes.” He seems proud of that. Body Language He seems to...
Import/Export “Import and Export of anything in particular?” Envoy Time “Well, professionally I am with the Overlord’s Household,” his tone gives some weight to the words and he adds a little pause before...
