[ Quick to the door at the loud few knocks, Jon opens it with clear interest - though as she starts to speak, his brows quickly furrow with concern. Whatever it was that she had seen, it must have been horrific. (Though, it was quickly becoming clear that that wasn't all too uncommon, here of all places. ]
Of course, come in, come in. Take a seat anywhere you like, I'll get you something to drink. Was what happened to you... recent? I know old frightening encounters can leave horrible scars, but you seem particularly rattled. Are you alright?
“You have my thanks,” Mo’rtjaha says quietly and enters the space with timid steps. Glancing around she decides to take the closest seat available and plunk herself down in it. “Tea? That would be lovely if you have any, I’m not terribly picky I assure you.”
She sniffs, feeling tears well up again already but she takes a few breaths to calm herself.
“I had an encounter with the Pine Devil, you see…” Her hands wring together. “It…it…oh, it was awful, ser Sims!”
I've heard that the Pine Devil has made itself particularly known... I'm sorry to hear you were among those who had the misfortune.
[ Offering her a sympathetic frown, he makes quick work of preparing the tea, and, once made, he joins her at the table. A glass neatly perched upon a saucer is passed over, and a few sheets of paper are gathered, and, for a moment, he glances up. It was time to use some of that Archivist influence - clearly, the poor thing needed it, considering how rattled she was. ]
If you could, please, start from the beginning. Introduction included, just for ease of keeping things consistent.
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Date: 2023-09-01 11:09 pm (UTC)Of course, come in, come in. Take a seat anywhere you like, I'll get you something to drink. Was what happened to you... recent? I know old frightening encounters can leave horrible scars, but you seem particularly rattled. Are you alright?
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Date: 2023-09-07 12:14 am (UTC)She sniffs, feeling tears well up again already but she takes a few breaths to calm herself.
“I had an encounter with the Pine Devil, you see…” Her hands wring together. “It…it…oh, it was awful, ser Sims!”
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Date: 2023-09-09 03:41 pm (UTC)[ Offering her a sympathetic frown, he makes quick work of preparing the tea, and, once made, he joins her at the table. A glass neatly perched upon a saucer is passed over, and a few sheets of paper are gathered, and, for a moment, he glances up. It was time to use some of that Archivist influence - clearly, the poor thing needed it, considering how rattled she was. ]
If you could, please, start from the beginning. Introduction included, just for ease of keeping things consistent.