The wards are interesting and reinforce the signature of Narcissa's magic in her mind; she'll recognize it again, if she sees it elsewhere, she'll know the taste and texture. It's no more than a passing note, though, and the neat compromise draws her attention away shortly thereafter. It suits.
"I'm very 16th century in my tastes-" Venetian, not really best described as 'austere', though it could be said her own aesthetic (and often cool mood) might better suit something of the like, "-but I like the elegance. And yes, please."
She falls easily into the patter of this prim, terribly British way of getting along in a way that's almost soothing - shows her breeding, Pris would say, laughing - in the wake of all the things that aren't the same any more, the twisted up knots of something is wrong that have nothing to do with her species. Not everything is broken, she didn't lose it all, she's still in control and she still knows who she is. She's still deciding who she is, as good as ever at choosing the right manner for the right moment.
they cannot be denied!
"I'm very 16th century in my tastes-" Venetian, not really best described as 'austere', though it could be said her own aesthetic (and often cool mood) might better suit something of the like, "-but I like the elegance. And yes, please."
She falls easily into the patter of this prim, terribly British way of getting along in a way that's almost soothing - shows her breeding, Pris would say, laughing - in the wake of all the things that aren't the same any more, the twisted up knots of something is wrong that have nothing to do with her species. Not everything is broken, she didn't lose it all, she's still in control and she still knows who she is. She's still deciding who she is, as good as ever at choosing the right manner for the right moment.