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Chloe and Elliott headed to the second floor.
Chloe said, “you don’t think that Lillith’s still in the dining room, do you?”
“Well,” Elliott replied, “I’m pretty sure that there was a dessert, so they might still be having that. I mean, Col told me that he’d made cake so…”
“That’s the kid missing his teeth?”
“Do you know all these people already?”
“Yeah well, the Prince, Riley, had me do this one job, but I’m also sort of his lackey, so it’s all good.”
“Work a lot?”
“Not that often, really. Although getting was a pretty big job, so. I mean, I generally don’t have to leave the city.”
Elliott continued, “but often, I’ll get a few days off, and then he’ll get a pile-up of stuff, and then I get to go help him.”
“Well, he’s kind of funny, you know?”
Chloe nodded. He was, at the very least, extravagant. “So what about Lillith, and Col?”
“Oh, yeah, Lillith is letting me paint this place!”
“Paint? Are you the ones that painted the bricks red?”
“What? No! The bricks are red because they were mined in a high-iron environment.”
“Oh, the rust.” Chloe nodded.
“Exactly. Anyway, you remember when we got here, and Spider was on the walls? She was getting ready to spray, she just got her permits from the government.”
“So, you serve the prince, and you paint? You have two jobs?”
“No, no spray painting is a hobby. Although, it’s a bit of a pain with all the regulation, you know?”
“Yeah, I read a lot about regulation, back in my kingdom,” Chloe nodded.
“Really? What you studying to be a lawyer?”
“If working with the law is what you mean, then yes. Although, it is the task of the poets to be what you call, a lawyer.”
“Well,” Elliott nodded, “that’s good to know. Your skills might be useful here, if you ever get dinged with anything.”
Chloe nodded along with him, and they entered the dining room.
“Ah, returned for cake, I see?”
Lillith smiled at Chloe and Elliott from behind the table. There was a bread-like cake in the centre of the table.
Riley dismissively threw a cloth napkin at her, “and?”
Lillith paused, but finally regained her air of confidence and said, “and I apologize for insulting your heritage. You will have to excuse, I am very direct, despite my stature.”
Elliot sat down again.
Col entered with two more plates and quickly added, “I’m also really sorry! I already knew you were pleasant,” he wiped his forehead, “and that you hadn’t tried to eat any of us… oh…”
“Don’t fret.” Chloe sat down at her spot, “in retrospect, I shouldn’t have taken it all so personally. You’re right, the Condor are known for eating other races.”
Col served Chloe and Elliott cake, then sat down next to Lillith.
“Moving on,” Chloe said, “I’d like to ask if you have any letter writing tools. I would like to write to my dad. Ah, I mean the King.”
“Sure,” Lillith smiled, “family is important. Col, make sure there’s writing instruments in her room when she returns.”
“Wait,” Elliott said, “yo, what kind of cake is this, even? I don’t think I’ve had it before.”
“Oh? It’s just cocoa and sweets.” Col smiled as he exited.
“The guy didn’t even wait for a thanks.” Elliot shook his head and took another bite.
“He’s very grateful, Col.” Lillith said.
The supper finished when Riley stole the last piece of cake.
“Well, I can show you to your room.”
Lillith stood and began to lead Chloe out of the room.
“Oh, ah, bye.” Chloe waved to Elliott, who did his best to wave back before she was gone.
Lillith strode down the hall and fumbled in her robes.
“Al right, you have keys where you come from?” She handed Chloe a very simple key with two bits. “It’s for privacy more than security.”
“Ah,” Chloe looked at it, but instead of taking it she said, “well, actually, I tend to lose keys…”
Lillith shrugged and simply held it in her hands as they walked downstairs to the first floor.
“Well in that case, lock it from the inside for privacy, and if you ever lock yourself out, talk to me. Or Col.”
She turned to smile, and Chloe nervously returned the expression. They stopped at a door, and Lillith unlocked with the key.
The room was spacious, but not cavernous. The trim was gold in colour, and the ceiling was made of what looked to be a weaved copper alloy. It reflected the lamp light well and kept the room in ambient brightness. There was a bed, a desk, and a dresser. On the desk were Chloe’s lettering things, and beside it was a a small pile, a bag and a cloak.
When Chloe saw the heap, she asked, “Oh, how did you get my travelling gear?”
“Riley talked to an officer who was apparently out of the loop regarding you capture down at the station. Told the poor woman that these items were going to be picked up on his behalf by Col.”
“Yes, the man is clever at times.”
Chloe turned around to face Lillith, “well, thank you.”
Chloe sat and began drafting her letter.
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