Re: log: dietre a. & daniel w.
Sieglinde’s behavior struck Dietre as strange. Unlike her master, she loved people, and when an opportunity to meet someone new came up she could barely contain her joy. It was not like her to hesitate to jump ahead of him to greet a visitor first. Maybe, as she was growing up, his reservedness was rubbing off on her. He hoped not, he had enough things to feel guilty about as it was. Murmuring a few soft words of comfort and giving the dog another pat, Dietre moved to the door at the sound of the knock.
Anxiety sent a flurry of butterflies loose in his stomach. He did not know what to expect on the other side of the door. Months ago, when he invited Liam to see him play for the burlesque show, they had at least discussed what each other looked like. The similarities of their descriptions had prompted Dietre to joke that they were twins. But… No, he’d rather not dwell on that now. The point being, he knew nothing of Daniel other than he seemed well versed on the topic of poetry. He could not guess at his age, or looks, or his station in life. The man was a mystery. At least, until he opened the door.
A lock was turned (an anomaly here, none of the other carnies locked up their homes) and the door opened, revealing to Daniel a young man with a tense, but curious expression. Dietre was tall, too tall, really, for such a tiny house, and he had to stoop slightly to look outside. He did not smile in greeting, he only stared a beat too long before offering a hand to shake. Formal. Almost businesslike.
“You are Daniel?” Who else would he be? Dietre suppressed a frown at his own awkwardness. “Thank you for coming.” The boy had a slight accent. German with a British lilt to some words that came from his English tutors.