Gaspard & Ciara & Emlyn | Just After Noon | Town Circle
The gods graced Gaspard with a reprieve, and he was saved from having to summon an answer to Ciara’s questions when Emlyn Delaney swept in, chirping just as brightly as any songbird. “Their peace, Emmy,” she smiled, seamlessly switching to Aurellian as she accepted the dahlia, threading it into her hair in place of the soft, peachy coloured marigold she plucked out for Emmy. “You look beautiful too, Emmy. Is that a new dress?”
Ciara bypassed handing Emmy her flower and instead took the liberty of tucking the bloom behind the girl’s ear, knowing she would not mind the familiarity of such a gesture. She really did look lovely, when the clothes she wore were normally far more plain and serviceable.
It was hard not to laugh upon hearing the imposing Master of Belmont Manor referred to as Lord Tucker, but the grin on Ciara’s lips vanished just as quickly as it had first appeared, and was likely only noticeable to a Clovennian.
Speaking of which, Ciara angled a look at Gaspard, unsure of whether he had picked up a single one of the many words that Emmy had spoken. “Do you speak Aurellian?” Ciara asked in Clovennian, though she kept to plain speech in an effort not to exclude Emmy from the conversation.