Oh, a tourist would never find these places. That's why you need a friendly local to guide you.
(A tourist would never find the little coffee shop in the market, hidden behind all of the stalls selling cloth and tapestries. A tourist would never know the tavern by the sea actually has a private room with a perfect view of the canals. But then again, most of the Derdriu natives were unaware of these places, too. In the end, it all came down to the special circles you ran into, the people you spoke to, and who was willing to share their secrets or brag to anyone who would listen...
He doesn't notice the time and he looks out at the window at the lowering sun. Ah.)
Right, I still have to speak to Cyril.
(Cyril. One of their newest members. Who would have thought an Almyran would be welcomed into the Golden Deer of all houses, right? It was no secret that Claude had a special interest in the younger boy, too. It was just too bad that Cyril, in turn, seemed to want nothing to do with him.
What he doesn't expect, however, is for Dorothea to offer her book to him. He looks surprised for a moment and then lets out a laugh,)
Are you sure? I mean... this is your secret treasure. And you're really trusting me?
(He's teasing. Of course, by now, he's aware that there are quite a few people who trust him for one reason or another. For all of his schemes and all of his secrets, he was reliable when it mattered most. In a few months, he'd established himself as a worthy leader to his classmates.
He feels like he knows her answer though and he looks down at the book,)
... I wonder if Cyril would know any of these.
(Or if he would even care. Sometimes he wonders if it's really worth trying to get Cyril to care about his-- no, their-- homeland again. Every time he tries to bring it up, he only seems to get more irritated.)
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(A tourist would never find the little coffee shop in the market, hidden behind all of the stalls selling cloth and tapestries. A tourist would never know the tavern by the sea actually has a private room with a perfect view of the canals. But then again, most of the Derdriu natives were unaware of these places, too. In the end, it all came down to the special circles you ran into, the people you spoke to, and who was willing to share their secrets or brag to anyone who would listen...
He doesn't notice the time and he looks out at the window at the lowering sun. Ah.)
Right, I still have to speak to Cyril.
(Cyril. One of their newest members. Who would have thought an Almyran would be welcomed into the Golden Deer of all houses, right? It was no secret that Claude had a special interest in the younger boy, too. It was just too bad that Cyril, in turn, seemed to want nothing to do with him.
What he doesn't expect, however, is for Dorothea to offer her book to him. He looks surprised for a moment and then lets out a laugh,)
Are you sure? I mean... this is your secret treasure. And you're really trusting me?
(He's teasing. Of course, by now, he's aware that there are quite a few people who trust him for one reason or another. For all of his schemes and all of his secrets, he was reliable when it mattered most. In a few months, he'd established himself as a worthy leader to his classmates.
He feels like he knows her answer though and he looks down at the book,)
... I wonder if Cyril would know any of these.
(Or if he would even care. Sometimes he wonders if it's really worth trying to get Cyril to care about his-- no, their-- homeland again. Every time he tries to bring it up, he only seems to get more irritated.)