Godfrey stills, then, brow knotting tight as he considers how he could begin to approach putting her into a tidy little sentence. ]
She's frightfully serious. [ A twinge of amusement ripples the seriousness in Godfrey's own face as he considers it, seems to mirror the attitude for himself for a moment. ] Quite severe and pensive. And she is the sort of child, I suppose, who expects that everyone will take her as seriously as she takes herself. And - you know, this is unfortunate, because all of that on a girl so small...
[ Well. You try keeping your face straight as a three-year-old girl seriously tells your husband that you told her not to say anything if you have nothing nice to say regarding dinner. The pensive silences only serve to enhance the comedy of situations, and the grave frowns are impossible to take seriously in those babyfat cheeks.
But there is something that twinges in him as Gale expresses a want to meet her. The sensation that he has opened a door into his life, and instead of stepping back from it, Gale has walked inside. It's a breathless sort of hope, intoxicating and fragile. Something he wants to grab, but fears would be crushed in his grip. ]
I would like that.
[ The fluttering in his chest lightens his voice, and his palm grows a little too warm around his glass. He takes a breath. ]
As would she, I think. I suspect you would get along well.
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[ ... how does one describe Iltha Horngaard?
Godfrey stills, then, brow knotting tight as he considers how he could begin to approach putting her into a tidy little sentence. ]
She's frightfully serious. [ A twinge of amusement ripples the seriousness in Godfrey's own face as he considers it, seems to mirror the attitude for himself for a moment. ] Quite severe and pensive. And she is the sort of child, I suppose, who expects that everyone will take her as seriously as she takes herself. And - you know, this is unfortunate, because all of that on a girl so small...
[ Well. You try keeping your face straight as a three-year-old girl seriously tells your husband that you told her not to say anything if you have nothing nice to say regarding dinner. The pensive silences only serve to enhance the comedy of situations, and the grave frowns are impossible to take seriously in those babyfat cheeks.
But there is something that twinges in him as Gale expresses a want to meet her. The sensation that he has opened a door into his life, and instead of stepping back from it, Gale has walked inside. It's a breathless sort of hope, intoxicating and fragile. Something he wants to grab, but fears would be crushed in his grip. ]
I would like that.
[ The fluttering in his chest lightens his voice, and his palm grows a little too warm around his glass. He takes a breath. ]
As would she, I think. I suspect you would get along well.