[ Mercy curls her lip in disdain, but Ianthe is one of the few souls who has spent enough time around Mercy without the flattering aura of sainthood between them. Or, more to the point, Ianthe has seen Mercy around Augustine, and between the two factors she will be better able than almost anyone living to tell: Mercy's heart simply isn't in it.
Mercy has no doubt Ianthe marks the irony. Ianthe always marks the irony. It's one of her most tedious and Augustine-esque traits, and no small part of why the Saint of Patience took such a shine to his chick. ]
Much longer than I care for. [ She rocks her little craft with her foot. ] And it's Woe, if you please.
[ She does not expect it to please Ianthe, who will find that as drolly humorous as she seems to affect finding everything under Dominicus. She expects Ianthe to comply, which even Augustine's puling brat ought to be able to do. ]
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Mercy has no doubt Ianthe marks the irony. Ianthe always marks the irony. It's one of her most tedious and Augustine-esque traits, and no small part of why the Saint of Patience took such a shine to his chick. ]
Much longer than I care for. [ She rocks her little craft with her foot. ] And it's Woe, if you please.
[ She does not expect it to please Ianthe, who will find that as drolly humorous as she seems to affect finding everything under Dominicus. She expects Ianthe to comply, which even Augustine's puling brat ought to be able to do. ]
You're freshly spat out, then?