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Yussa Errenis ([personal profile] errenis) wrote2023-11-06 01:20 pm
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The response to Yussa's Sending is expeditious, though flippant. "Nah, just coming through Nicodranas to see the sights. Maybe eat some ceviche. I hear this time of year's great for sea bass."

Wensforth is apparently a goblin in a waistcoat. Dashing. Adorable. Remarkably expedient, considering this must be his...third month on the job? But Yussa wouldn't hire an idiot or a slouch, and he'd get rid of anyone who couldn't learn to be useful fast enough. If this guy's lasted this long, he's probably sticking around. So she makes nice while he lets her out and leads her downstairs, though when she introduces herself he seems to realize that she's no ordinary guest. There's a very short list of people with keys to the castle, so to speak, and she's on it. So with a promise that he'll send tea up, she's left to make her own merry way to the study, which is still where she left it last. That's not always the case, but it's been a while since Yussa rearranged the inside of the tower--the passcode for the teleportation chamber aside.

Ryn knocks before she lets herself in, because she can be polite. She does not wait to be invited before sprawling out on the chaise, because it'll snow in the Nine Hells before she bothers with fake formality, especially with an ex.

"About time you got a new assistant," she announces with a vague, sweeping gesture toward...wherever Wensforth went. "Not that your schedule's packed these days, but at least you'll have somebody to remind you about the little work-study date you set up months ago with an old friend of yours on a specific day at a specific time." Her tone is light, even humorous. She's not pissed that he forgot, because he's the one who needed her, and it's not like she has anywhere else to be today. But he does deserve a little snark. "Plus, goblin in a waistcoat? Never not cute."

Tilting her head toward the desk, she finally takes a proper look at Yussa. As always, he's exactly the damn same as when they met twenty years ago. Elves. Still hot, though, which makes him one of the few stagnant things she actually finds worth looking at.

"I assume you picked today because of the..." Pointing a single finger up at the ceiling, clicking her tongue. "Semi-annual nexus over our heads currently. So whatcha got for me?"