[Eumenes, for it is indeed him, flashes a smile that could rival Iskandar's.]
Tea? I'd love to!
[He stands up throwing the peach pit behind him and saying words too quiet to be audible but Waver has heard enough of Greek from Iskandar to recognize the language's rythm and melody. In a split second he realises what he did and raises both hands in apology.]
That was not a spell, I was just blessing your garden. It is beautiful.
[And yet he does not reply to Waver's question. At least not directly. He came her for a reason that can serve as an answer.]
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Date: 2019-09-14 09:42 am (UTC)From:[Eumenes, for it is indeed him, flashes a smile that could rival Iskandar's.]
Tea? I'd love to!
[He stands up throwing the peach pit behind him and saying words too quiet to be audible but Waver has heard enough of Greek from Iskandar to recognize the language's rythm and melody. In a split second he realises what he did and raises both hands in apology.]
That was not a spell, I was just blessing your garden. It is beautiful.
[And yet he does not reply to Waver's question. At least not directly. He came her for a reason that can serve as an answer.]
Do you know where the king is?