Something in her choice of question is faintly amusing, but it's hard to read in his expression, given towards subtle microexpression, a reflexive restraint. It is not so intimate a memory as the one he gleaned from her, but he will answer regardless. "Starkhaven Circle," he says. "As is Tsenka, if you know her. I was taken there when I was young, nine or so." Although she has been put off her food, he continues with his own, now disassembling the second bit of bread on his plate. "And kept there for fourteen years.
"And then I came here," and he gestures, a little, with the bread piece, "to the Gallows, while it was still a Circle itself. The Starkhaven one had suffered a fire, so we were all relocated until it was rebuilt. We returned once it was, and then burned it down again. The rebellion. No Circles, after that."
Ever again, in his tone, but he scarcely need press that point.
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Something in her choice of question is faintly amusing, but it's hard to read in his expression, given towards subtle microexpression, a reflexive restraint. It is not so intimate a memory as the one he gleaned from her, but he will answer regardless. "Starkhaven Circle," he says. "As is Tsenka, if you know her. I was taken there when I was young, nine or so." Although she has been put off her food, he continues with his own, now disassembling the second bit of bread on his plate. "And kept there for fourteen years.
"And then I came here," and he gestures, a little, with the bread piece, "to the Gallows, while it was still a Circle itself. The Starkhaven one had suffered a fire, so we were all relocated until it was rebuilt. We returned once it was, and then burned it down again. The rebellion. No Circles, after that."
Ever again, in his tone, but he scarcely need press that point.