💭 [ I wonder what Master Illuga's favourite flower is. ]

💭 [ This is controversial, but something tells me Dottore would be an interesting person to converse with ... If he wasn't planning mass murder, of course. ]

💭 [ Sir Varka said he liked my laugh. Is that some form of human courting, or am I reading too much into it. ]

He perked up at the sound of the knocking, followed by Illuga's voice. He schooled his expression quickly and headed to the door, opening it.

" Young Master. What brings you here at this time of night ? "

He couldn't help wondering if Varka had any memory of the previous night. Or if he did, where those memories stopped and became a drunken blur.

" You missed breakfast, you know. "

the Grandmaster didn't make an appearance. Flins supposed that too much drinking had knocked him out good. He would wake up, eventually. But noon came and there was no sight of Varka.

As rude as it would be, the Fae found his room easily and knocked once, wondering if he was still asleep.

Varka some face.

As promised, he had rested at the Flagship that night. Or rather, he'd spent the night wandering the streets, only giving himself a couple of hours to sit on the soft bed and wait for daybreak.

He was up early, needing not to sleep. But no matter how long he waited for, +

" Why would you think so ? "

" Really ? Why not ? "

" My apologies. I did not mean to offend. "