Watching him, at first, is counterproductive. The sight of the Idol in his hand, as inaccurate as its form is in detail, seems to settle a weight on their chest, opposite the tea. The King and all he stood for--they failed--that an image of him is only a relic--is not something they can brush off as Lemm brushes off the dust its collected.
The rhythm of the brush, simple working with hands, shifts to something else. Another sort of haze. Softer.
When he thanks them, they tilt their head just a little further. Another something they do not understand. They are resting in his home and gave him some of what he asked for, and some he did not and disapproved of; there is nothing to thank them for.
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Date: 2020-09-01 07:58 pm (UTC)The rhythm of the brush, simple working with hands, shifts to something else. Another sort of haze. Softer.
When he thanks them, they tilt their head just a little further. Another something they do not understand. They are resting in his home and gave him some of what he asked for, and some he did not and disapproved of; there is nothing to thank them for.