It is a sweet proposal. Derrica's face answers him immediately, before she responds in the affirmative.
"I'd like that," is sincere, warmed-through with affection. "It'll only be a little while longer, until they go in to dinner."
And while many might wish to argue longer, no one seems to wish to miss a well-prepared meal. Derrica's fingers remain laced through Loxley's as she steers them towards—
"Enchanter Kishor, he is a friend of Senior Enchanter Krystelle Aylen and I think he is inclined to hear us—"
And so on, and so on.
Eventually they are parted in the flow of conversation. Not ever so far that Derrica leaves his periphery, but far enough that the link of their hands must drop. It is more of the same. Conversation conducted gently, but firmly. Unyielding in the points made, though she is aware of how vast the differences between them are, that she is talking to those who outrank her in years.
But by and by, the hallway does empty out. The crowd dwindles to a pair of Senior Enchanters, arguing past each other as they drift towards the far door. And Derrica's hand steals back to Loxley's.
"We're done," she tells him. "I'm here to collect you."
And to be carried off, in whatever shape and form that takes.
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"I'd like that," is sincere, warmed-through with affection. "It'll only be a little while longer, until they go in to dinner."
And while many might wish to argue longer, no one seems to wish to miss a well-prepared meal. Derrica's fingers remain laced through Loxley's as she steers them towards—
"Enchanter Kishor, he is a friend of Senior Enchanter Krystelle Aylen and I think he is inclined to hear us—"
And so on, and so on.
Eventually they are parted in the flow of conversation. Not ever so far that Derrica leaves his periphery, but far enough that the link of their hands must drop. It is more of the same. Conversation conducted gently, but firmly. Unyielding in the points made, though she is aware of how vast the differences between them are, that she is talking to those who outrank her in years.
But by and by, the hallway does empty out. The crowd dwindles to a pair of Senior Enchanters, arguing past each other as they drift towards the far door. And Derrica's hand steals back to Loxley's.
"We're done," she tells him. "I'm here to collect you."
And to be carried off, in whatever shape and form that takes.