I Gesse We Are Doing This
Velle is gently corraling people to and fro, reassuringly smiling her semicircular Smile all along. Soon the five of you are in the W’drawing Room, with Säve and Nolle sharing the Chaise Longue and the rest of you arranged as a sort of Audience.
Säve is looking at Velle as if to ask for guidance. Velle produces a notebook as if from nowhere. “Just… think of it as an interview," she says, as if she’s known the correct process for planning a true Mask all along. As if it was not a Vocation that she just learned of this morning.
Nolle is hard to read, especially because you are trying not to look directly at — hwrmmm — him. The Lacedæmonian is glowing with the sunshine coming in from the windows at the front of the House. Even having it in the corner of your eye is giving you a sort of wistful ache.