dot doesn’t do small talk. it’s just not useful to her or her line of work & she’s not exactly swimming with free time with the latest ciphers flooding in. the crownsguard have changed their key again & dot’s been working hard to stay on top of it. her desk is covered with scribbles & she’s left it for a moment. gone to get a drink & drown her frustrations with something that tastes marginally better than her failure. small talk. which is how she ended up here. huddled up on a chair, perched on it like a bird about to take flight & mind racing to come up with something. get to know them. dot frowns, hand dropping down to the knife strapped to her belt for comfort. ❛ what are your top five celestial positioning coordinates ? ❜
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