It was getting late and, with the card games put on hold, he was getting bored. He wanted to get out of the palace. It was all right for a while, but after enough weeks shut in one building, even one with gardens, the familiar sensation of monotony laced with borderline cabin fever started to creep in again.
He looked up when Kadaj pushed the door open.
It could only be Kadaj. Nobody else dared to come into their little sunhouse, the semicircular glass conservatory they had discovered. Nobody except Nel, anyway, and even then she was likely to knock.
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Date: 2016-01-27 05:36 pm (UTC)It was getting late and, with the card games put on hold, he was getting bored. He wanted to get out of the palace. It was all right for a while, but after enough weeks shut in one building, even one with gardens, the familiar sensation of monotony laced with borderline cabin fever started to creep in again.
He looked up when Kadaj pushed the door open.
It could only be Kadaj. Nobody else dared to come into their little sunhouse, the semicircular glass conservatory they had discovered. Nobody except Nel, anyway, and even then she was likely to knock.
"Hey," he said. "Nice job beatin' up Yylfordt."