twicebound:
Prospare; not a House name Calpernia was familiar with. Not that she’d have any reason to be, anyway–not unless they had dealings with Erasthenes in the past, which she doubts they did, or unless the rest of the family had pledged their allegiance with the Venatori, which she knows they have not.
Chrysaor speaks with a noble’s inflection–a voice kept clean and careful, locked away like fine china. She wonders if his family is important, but her curiosity is brief. It doesn’t matter. Regardless of his heritage, he’s part of the Venatori now.
❝She is a slave, then?❞
No irrelevant prying into his life. That’s good. He relaxes a bit. He appreciates the attention to the present, because he knows his family history is mostly useless, and digging in some places will just make him uncomfortable.
❝ Yes. Or -- she was when I knew her. She’s, uh, 5′7″, female, dark skin and hair, dark eyes, an- a mage, an elf.
Apologies for asking, Lady Calpernia, I’m just -- worried. ❞


















