Few topics could have distracted Antigone so effectively as that of Tatiana Lestrange's enduring singleness. "How do you suppose she's doing!" she scoffed. When was the last time she'd bitched about Tatiana to someone? It was far, far too long. It had probably been to Moselle and she was a cat so that hardly counted. "For all of Tatiana's stuck-" Oh. Oh. There was a reason she never got to trashtalk her sister-in-law anymore and it wasn't because she'd barely seen anyone of late who wasn't Tiberius who would hardly indulge it.
Tig pursed her lips tightly and drew back, a rush of adrenaline hitting her as she contemplated just how close she might have just come to dying. One more word and she could very well drop dead at the tea table; she refused to let someone so inconsequential as Bellona be the cause of her death. "I'm sure she is having just as much luck as you." If Tig weren't so vehemently against losing face in front of Bellona she would have preferred to have said no more on the matter of Tatiana. How long did she have to wait to know whether she was in the clear?
Tig pursed her lips tightly and drew back, a rush of adrenaline hitting her as she contemplated just how close she might have just come to dying. One more word and she could very well drop dead at the tea table; she refused to let someone so inconsequential as Bellona be the cause of her death. "I'm sure she is having just as much luck as you." If Tig weren't so vehemently against losing face in front of Bellona she would have preferred to have said no more on the matter of Tatiana. How long did she have to wait to know whether she was in the clear?
