Precisely fifteen minutes after she arrives, one of Princess Nuala's aides collects her for her interview - with aforementioned fey princess, who'd spoken so briefly to Maggie over the citywide. The interview will be conducted in her highness's office, Maggie is informed, and she's shown upstairs promptly.
The office in question is of a generous size, comfortably appointed; Nuala's expansive desk is toward the back of the room, nearer the large windows and backed by display cabinets. Her father's silver hand (not unlike a gauntlet in design) overlooks the desk and no doubt it would present an imposing image, but by the looks of things Nuala means to conduct their conversation at the low sofas by her fireplace. Her spinning wheel on the other side of the room is a touch of the fairytale, appropriately, however incongruous it may seem at first.
She doesn't rise when Maggie is shown in, but she does smile, setting aside the papers she'd been sifting through. "Welcome, Miss Thomas. Please, sit."
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The office in question is of a generous size, comfortably appointed; Nuala's expansive desk is toward the back of the room, nearer the large windows and backed by display cabinets. Her father's silver hand (not unlike a gauntlet in design) overlooks the desk and no doubt it would present an imposing image, but by the looks of things Nuala means to conduct their conversation at the low sofas by her fireplace. Her spinning wheel on the other side of the room is a touch of the fairytale, appropriately, however incongruous it may seem at first.
She doesn't rise when Maggie is shown in, but she does smile, setting aside the papers she'd been sifting through. "Welcome, Miss Thomas. Please, sit."