Rictor/Ari | Theatre District | 11:00am
“Quite different,” he repeated with a laugh, trying to mimic Ari’s careful phrasing and delicate enunciation, even down to the Anjou accent. (It didn’t really work – his clipped words didn’t mingle with her softer, rolling ones.) “Yeah, that’s certainly one way of putting it. Seloria’s the one most like our mum. Even got named after her.”
The younger sister was evidently the safest subject, the one that pried him open and made him talk gladly and enthusiastically. Rictor didn’t seem quite so forthcoming when he – or Aspel – were on the slab for discussion. But that thought led to another, a chain reaction that had him slowly straightening in his seat, brow creasing. Faram, he’d been beyond rude.
“Do you have any family?” he finally asked, redirecting the attention back to Chiaros rather than Cassuls. It was much more enjoyable, not hovering in the spotlight himself.