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Varys wasn't sure what to feel as he watched Braig silently contemplate the news he'd just delivered. Confused that he didn't seem more shocked? Yes, that was certainly there... Relieved that he wouldn't have to be in the same room as a wrathful centaur? Equally present. And perhaps, just...

Varys had the notion to brace himself this time, stiffening his back enough to withstand the blow of the centaur's mitt, albeit with a noticeable wince. It was part his own personal pride at stake, and part fear of an embarrassing fall to the feet of his partner, who was too busy gawking to...

Varys felt his shoulders stiffen the moment the bellowing call of his name echoed obnoxiously through the receiving hall. There was no mistaking that deep baritone, or the sound of hooves against the tile floor that followed. Lords, no. Anybody but him... "Braig!" Varys reluctantly raised...

Varys only watched after Lottie for a moment as she hopped off and went to hire some D.I.Y valet service. Better her than him; the street kids here weren't very trusting of outsiders, and while both he and Lottie had both been in their shoes at one point or another, she'd been a hell of a lot...

"Oh? Sure you're not out of practice?" Varys teased with a smirk, remembering well Lottie's thieving reputation. She hadn't swiped much of anything since that caper with the tiara went sideways, but both of them had been focused on other things, between studies, staying alive, and... well...

Varys knew trying to turn Lottie's thinking around was a losing battle. Even to him, his reassurances sounded like he was grasping at straws. That being the case, he didn't insult her intelligence by pressing the issue further. Better to focus on the road ahead of them, both figuratively and...

Varys winced, noticing the nerve he'd touched with that shift of topic. No doubt there was a reason Lottie hadn't spoken much of her siblings, and she'd briefly mentioned being left behind by them in the past, but to hear it recounted in such detail... There was a dull ache in his chest, a pain...

"A massive island continent, far to the east." He explained, joining her in watching the repairs as they descended the grassy hill. It was in a better state than the last time he'd been here, that was certain. "It was only found to be inhabited recently; for a long time, people either figured...

Varys grinned from over her shoulder, admiring the skyline himself. It was one of those few sights that didn't get old, no matter how many times you saw it. It is like the woman sharing the sight with him, actually picturesque and easy to get lost in. "Not many places bigger, unless you fancy...

"An 'accuracy tip' is what he was asking for." Varys mumbled with no small level of disgust. "Some of these attendants try and weasel money out of naive tourists to ensure they don't 'accidentally' send them to the wrong stone." No doubt they'd noted Lottie's fresh-faced demeanor and gleaned...

The idea of Lottie hoarding a building full of books like a dragon with a golden horde was admittedly amusing, but Lottie had plenty of time to settle on what she wanted to do with her life. He just couldn't help but feel like whatever it ended up being would be for the good of more than...

"During the hot months, yeah." Varys nodded, still looking ahead to see when he could move forward. "Didn't use to be this way, though. You did have to have some knowledge about magic, enough to get the stones to work for you. For a lot of the more remote portal stones, you still do." Varys...

Varys let out a small sigh, and settled back into his seat. He'd been trying to take his mind off of the possibility that they were still in danger, but he couldn't pretend that Lot didn't have a point. They'd gotten so carried away talking about the future, it'd been far too easy to forget...

Varys probably should have gently redirected Lottie back to the book she'd wanted so desperately to learn from only a scant few days earlier, but it was difficult to spurn that infectious enthusiasm that always seemed to exude from her, and he couldn't bring himself to interrupt her. Truthfully...

Varys replied only with a smirk, as he nudged the open book between them again. "You'd better get to work on that sentence then, yeah?" He'd probably end up caving to her desires either way, but the elven sentence he was using as a goalpost was rather good motivation, provided she didn't see...