〈 there is no reply…but she does find her way to the kitchens. 〉
Kokonose.
〈 unable to read, the earpiece read his username out to her with every message. she pronounces the name as it did: perfectly. in her voice, it acquires a soft lilt like a note from a song.
there is no question as to his identity. were there a crowd, she would know the name of each without need to be told. if her speech and her manner over the network did not mark her as belonging to a very different time, her appearance would: a woolen dress richly embroidered, a veil worn over her hair, rows of beaded jewelry gracing the slender column of her neck.
helen regards him placidly. (and it's maybe a little less placid for the guy who has just been confronted without warning by 'the face that launched a thousand ships'.) 〉
no subject
Kokonose.
〈 unable to read, the earpiece read his username out to her with every message. she pronounces the name as it did: perfectly. in her voice, it acquires a soft lilt like a note from a song.
there is no question as to his identity. were there a crowd, she would know the name of each without need to be told. if her speech and her manner over the network did not mark her as belonging to a very different time, her appearance would: a woolen dress richly embroidered, a veil worn over her hair, rows of beaded jewelry gracing the slender column of her neck.
helen regards him placidly. (and it's maybe a little less placid for the guy who has just been confronted without warning by 'the face that launched a thousand ships'.) 〉