[It is difficult to get a word in between all that Wysteria has to say. An avid conversationalist would feel nothing but frustration here. Salvio has no such interest, and at best manages small sounds of interest like hm and ah, to indicate that he is listening.
But again, he is listening, and trying to create for himself a picture of Poppell's world. Examinations, apprenticeships--they have pseudo-similar equivalents, in Salvio's world. He would have done anything both to never have his Harrowing and to have his Harrowing done with. Far preferable was the work to prove himself capable of his position with the seneschal.
In fact Salvio still there in his mind when she finishes speaking at last, and, somewhat thoughtful, he offers,] If it means sounder preparation, there should be no-- embarrassment, associated with age.
[Oh, wait, she's somewhat moved on, and he hurries to put himself through the rest of what she'd said.]
Well-- it is work that I enjoy, chiefly. The, um. Organization, the dependability. That is to say, if there were another position, that might offer that same--structure, and, all the rest of it--and if it were a suitable time, to be released from uh, from service-- [He shrugs, more of an upward slump to his shoulders.] There is little else that I might do, that would provide it. Fortunately. Or--um, perhaps that isn't the word. But similar.
The thought of the choice being open. It is-- terrifying, in its way. I feel that is not often understood. I would say that it-- [He hesitates, but why the fuck not, really; this night is all upside-down.] A personal opinion. And do not mistake--I mean, I do not often think of you, outside of the work of the Inquisition, so--do not read this as a, as any sort of, imposition, but--it does surprise me to hear that you share this thought.
[And having shared this personal opinion, Salvio puts another piece of cheese into his mouth, too. For protection. They have made quite good progress on the plate.]
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But again, he is listening, and trying to create for himself a picture of Poppell's world. Examinations, apprenticeships--they have pseudo-similar equivalents, in Salvio's world. He would have done anything both to never have his Harrowing and to have his Harrowing done with. Far preferable was the work to prove himself capable of his position with the seneschal.
In fact Salvio still there in his mind when she finishes speaking at last, and, somewhat thoughtful, he offers,] If it means sounder preparation, there should be no-- embarrassment, associated with age.
[Oh, wait, she's somewhat moved on, and he hurries to put himself through the rest of what she'd said.]
Well-- it is work that I enjoy, chiefly. The, um. Organization, the dependability. That is to say, if there were another position, that might offer that same--structure, and, all the rest of it--and if it were a suitable time, to be released from uh, from service-- [He shrugs, more of an upward slump to his shoulders.] There is little else that I might do, that would provide it. Fortunately. Or--um, perhaps that isn't the word. But similar.
The thought of the choice being open. It is-- terrifying, in its way. I feel that is not often understood. I would say that it-- [He hesitates, but why the fuck not, really; this night is all upside-down.] A personal opinion. And do not mistake--I mean, I do not often think of you, outside of the work of the Inquisition, so--do not read this as a, as any sort of, imposition, but--it does surprise me to hear that you share this thought.
[And having shared this personal opinion, Salvio puts another piece of cheese into his mouth, too. For protection. They have made quite good progress on the plate.]