[as far as she's concerned, her affiliation with rabbits begins and ends with that stupid Sir Floppykins or whatever the hell its name was back in the springtime...but Cecelia has a feeling were she to make such a bold claim aloud, Avalon would, in some way, conspire to prove her wrong.
such is the fickle way with magic.
so she drops it, letting a more comfortable silence settle in to accompany them with their work. this seems to be a thing between them, isn't it? just indeterminate amounts of time quietly and dutifully seeing to a task. that's actually quite rare to find here, considering how hectic Avalon can be and how impatient most mortals are; it's rare to find someone who can match pace and not have it dissolve into impatience or boredom.
egads, it's almost...nice? another thing she'll dare not vocalize for fear of some unexpected consequence.
eventually:] Your independent study...has it borne any fruit?
no subject
such is the fickle way with magic.
so she drops it, letting a more comfortable silence settle in to accompany them with their work. this seems to be a thing between them, isn't it? just indeterminate amounts of time quietly and dutifully seeing to a task. that's actually quite rare to find here, considering how hectic Avalon can be and how impatient most mortals are; it's rare to find someone who can match pace and not have it dissolve into impatience or boredom.
egads, it's almost...nice? another thing she'll dare not vocalize for fear of some unexpected consequence.
eventually:] Your independent study...has it borne any fruit?