The night had drawn her into town and bypassing the Inn, the weather more suitable to a nice evening walk than had been for some weeks, she went on to the tea shop. It had been an active night at the tea shop. A few familiar faces and even a brief conversation with Miss Katarina Smith, a cousin of the Smith family she had met for a short time at Hogmanay.
Having given in to the impulse of buying another book, the look Miriam would give already floating up in her mind?s eye, she had needed to move more. The guard had joined up with her as soon as she stepped outside, and though she felt his questioning look when she turned south towards the warehouses instead of north, he said nothing.
It was not tragically late, so there were still as many good sorts out, and none too few city guards, walking the streets. She ignored the hand signals between her guard and some of the others as they went on. It was best she pretend not know now the connections than draw anyone?s attention by her own comments and actions.
The Yransea Warehouse still had its security lantern going. The guards patrolling its outer walls gave a smile and nod when they saw her. ?Out late, miss, aye?? One offered in conversation.
?That I am. I felt a need for a good long walk tonight, and this certainly provided it. How is the night??
The other, a bit more formal in his address to her, ?All is sound, my lady, for the moment.?
?Aye, but that?d be changing as swift as scent from the sewers, as ye too well know, eh?? The first chirruped, not put off by his comrade?s baleful glare at such terminology.
Sylvia could not help but laugh, ?I can?t argue that point.? It was the second point in as many days she could not argue. The former having come from an exotic looking fellow she had chance met at the inn who had in other words, spoken how perception determines attractiveness. Not being one who had any illusions about her looks, she had tried to be polite as she directed him to get a drink and escaped further embarrassment in joining another conversation.
Here was another point made in very unusual terms that she could not deny. Tides changed here from moment to moment and peace as well as strife was as illusory as her conversations with Kieran. Everyone grasped at something to keep them at ease, and hers were these walks. She would find something else soon enough. ?Well, then, while I am here, I will take a look at the books and see how things are situated.?
The guards saluted. With the key in hand to turn the lock, she entered. The guard inside gave a bow as she passed by and on to Rhys's office to do just as she said. It would help prepare for messages to be sent the following day.
Having given in to the impulse of buying another book, the look Miriam would give already floating up in her mind?s eye, she had needed to move more. The guard had joined up with her as soon as she stepped outside, and though she felt his questioning look when she turned south towards the warehouses instead of north, he said nothing.
It was not tragically late, so there were still as many good sorts out, and none too few city guards, walking the streets. She ignored the hand signals between her guard and some of the others as they went on. It was best she pretend not know now the connections than draw anyone?s attention by her own comments and actions.
The Yransea Warehouse still had its security lantern going. The guards patrolling its outer walls gave a smile and nod when they saw her. ?Out late, miss, aye?? One offered in conversation.
?That I am. I felt a need for a good long walk tonight, and this certainly provided it. How is the night??
The other, a bit more formal in his address to her, ?All is sound, my lady, for the moment.?
?Aye, but that?d be changing as swift as scent from the sewers, as ye too well know, eh?? The first chirruped, not put off by his comrade?s baleful glare at such terminology.
Sylvia could not help but laugh, ?I can?t argue that point.? It was the second point in as many days she could not argue. The former having come from an exotic looking fellow she had chance met at the inn who had in other words, spoken how perception determines attractiveness. Not being one who had any illusions about her looks, she had tried to be polite as she directed him to get a drink and escaped further embarrassment in joining another conversation.
Here was another point made in very unusual terms that she could not deny. Tides changed here from moment to moment and peace as well as strife was as illusory as her conversations with Kieran. Everyone grasped at something to keep them at ease, and hers were these walks. She would find something else soon enough. ?Well, then, while I am here, I will take a look at the books and see how things are situated.?
The guards saluted. With the key in hand to turn the lock, she entered. The guard inside gave a bow as she passed by and on to Rhys's office to do just as she said. It would help prepare for messages to be sent the following day.