Ask Säve About Work
Anise, eager to hear what sort of Work is going to be done today: “What is your Vocation?”
Säve: “…Maskmaking.”
Maskmaking! You don’t remember reading anything about that one in the Catalogues, nor seeing it on the Paperwork at the Bigwall.
Säve, expressionless: “Yes, it is a rare one. A kind of a… special case.”
Anise: “So, wow, masks, huh—”
You cancel your erudite Question when you realize someone is coming up behind you. In mid-turn, you feel the visceral, sweet twinge of the Lacedæmonian hitting you right in the Good Taste. So Nolle is awake, and even more achingly pretty in the daylight. Living in the same House as this person is going to take some getting used to. You just try not to look too closely, for now.