quarter past midnight

R E M I "I...remember it seeming like you agreed with her at the meeting. And Bastien being in jail, of course." He says with a nod, trying desperately to remember. Memory has never been his strong suit, but this seems like an important bit of narrative that he really ought to know that odd probably has stupidly forgotten. Beneath her fingers bits of mane disappear as her fingers soothe them away as if they were raised hackles. However as she continues the tale his eyes indeed grow wide. Peter? Peter? "What would that marriage even accomplish? In Northaven it was always to..bring the houses together and strengthen the Launceleyn's hold of everything. But here?" It's truly unbelievable. "So ascending...was that so Zariah would not want you?"