Pretty words and guile, using more of his vocabulary to speak his mind when but a few would suffice. Pretentious. But what Launceleyn wasn't a little bit?
[say]"Sure."[/say] he said, responding to grace and politeness with simple brevity. Jace didn't see the point in it all, the flourish of words. What really did it accomplish other than making clear how highly one thought of themself?
He turned on his heel, expecting Neron to follow, up the stairs and down the corridor to a study room. A few bookshelves and desks filled the space, but two comfortable chairs were arranged by the fireplace. And though the fire burned bright the room was filled with an icy chill from the window left open. That was where the Grand Sorcerer chose to perch himself. The cold was far more comforting than the burning sensation of the fire's heat.
Jace looked at Neron expectantly. He had come looking for conversation. He would have to be the one to start it.
[say]"Sure."[/say] he said, responding to grace and politeness with simple brevity. Jace didn't see the point in it all, the flourish of words. What really did it accomplish other than making clear how highly one thought of themself?
He turned on his heel, expecting Neron to follow, up the stairs and down the corridor to a study room. A few bookshelves and desks filled the space, but two comfortable chairs were arranged by the fireplace. And though the fire burned bright the room was filled with an icy chill from the window left open. That was where the Grand Sorcerer chose to perch himself. The cold was far more comforting than the burning sensation of the fire's heat.
Jace looked at Neron expectantly. He had come looking for conversation. He would have to be the one to start it.
