Breakfast Really
Säve must have met this new breakfast table arrival yesterday. She, ahum, introduces — ahem — him as Y Maewe. A conlanger. The House seems to have several unusual Vocations: Algorithmist, Maskmaker, Conlanger, and… your own now rather pedestrian-seeming Vocation, Dressmaker. There should be one more.
Before Y gets a chance to say much, though you get the sense that he doesn’t say much in general anyway, your fifth House member arrives.
When you hear footsteps and see the others turn to look, you prepare yourself to be knocked over once again with enchantment. Instead you feel warmth. This Person seems to be radiating generosity and welcome without even really trying.
More introductions are made and this last Person turns out to be Velle Forget, revealing “Fogret” on the first Card to have been a spelling error. You determine very quickly that her — <_< — near-constant habit is to smile a Smile that crinkles her eyes and makes a perfect little semicircular Arc of her lips, while nodding gently. As if to acknowledge each other Person’s Words with Knowing Agreement. Knowing Agreement that she of course can’t realistically honestly have and feel for every Utterance that every other person makes, and that yet you do believe that she does have and feel.
Velle is draped in Wool and Cotton, in Umber and pale Peach and Cinnamon and Patina. With her every movement, the layers shift and sway with a life of their own.
The five of you sit and enjoy d’Spys. You were worried that this would be a House full of taciturn types who can’t get a Proper Conversation going, who even if a Proper Conversation got going would hurriedly toss a damp rag into the gears. Yourself very much included. But this Velle. She floats from topic to topic, Person to Person, kindly prodding the group along.