“Didn’t you hear? She’s moved into Don Juan’s room,” Phyri added idly, more interested in the words she was busy scribbling down the margins of yesterday’s Prophet she’d brought down with her than their eldest brother’s proclamation or Christabel’s question.
And it sounded like their brother had only come down to make a scene – he and Thomasina had a certain talent for making ugly scenes – but as a matter of fact, Porphyria had not seen her anywhere this morning either, so if he wanted to, it would be wasted on the rest of them.
And his wife clearly wasn’t sitting at the breakfast table with them all, but presumably Ozy had enough of a brain to notice that for himself, eventually. Unconcerned, Phyri scratched her nose thoughtfully with her quill.
And it sounded like their brother had only come down to make a scene – he and Thomasina had a certain talent for making ugly scenes – but as a matter of fact, Porphyria had not seen her anywhere this morning either, so if he wanted to, it would be wasted on the rest of them.
And his wife clearly wasn’t sitting at the breakfast table with them all, but presumably Ozy had enough of a brain to notice that for himself, eventually. Unconcerned, Phyri scratched her nose thoughtfully with her quill.
a sublime set by Lady! <3