[The doorway opens into a hall that stretches a little way back into the hill; the first door, near the entry, will yield a glimpse into a surprisingly spartan bedroom, like a monk's cell--that is, until Stephen gestures and it shuts itself as he goes by. He's not actually trying to make any kind of point or put on a display of power; he'd just forgotten that it was open and telekinesis has become second nature by now.
The hall soon opens up into a considerably warmer-looking living room whose floor is dominated by a grand piano and the far wall by a round window crisscrossed with the Seal of Vishanti. Stephen pauses there, glancing at her.]
[She follows him down the hall, startling a little when the bedroom door closes on it's own. She looks from that, back to Stephen again with surprise, but says nothing of it for the moment. When they enter the living room and he offers to get her something, she returns with another smile.]
Oh no, please don't trouble yourself.
[She won't refuse a drink if he does insist, but she'd rather not give him more work from her visit. If there's an obvious place to sit, she'll take that. The room is a little richer in taste than she might have expected--though she doesn't seem too out of place in it.]
[It does have a few fairly comfortable chairs off to one side, tucked into a corner of the bookshelves that line the walls. Stephen pauses like he's thinking of pressing the offer, but slips into a seat instead.]
You're not exactly taking me away from something urgent.
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Date: 2018-06-21 01:34 am (UTC)[The doorway opens into a hall that stretches a little way back into the hill; the first door, near the entry, will yield a glimpse into a surprisingly spartan bedroom, like a monk's cell--that is, until Stephen gestures and it shuts itself as he goes by. He's not actually trying to make any kind of point or put on a display of power; he'd just forgotten that it was open and telekinesis has become second nature by now.
The hall soon opens up into a considerably warmer-looking living room whose floor is dominated by a grand piano and the far wall by a round window crisscrossed with the Seal of Vishanti. Stephen pauses there, glancing at her.]
Can I get you something? Tea?
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Date: 2018-07-06 06:31 pm (UTC)Oh no, please don't trouble yourself.
[She won't refuse a drink if he does insist, but she'd rather not give him more work from her visit. If there's an obvious place to sit, she'll take that. The room is a little richer in taste than she might have expected--though she doesn't seem too out of place in it.]
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Date: 2018-07-07 08:42 pm (UTC)You're not exactly taking me away from something urgent.