She joins him with slightly less grace, her mind whirling with the possibility that in some future, Caspar is in her life again. She had spent so many weeks trying to push him from her mind, to have him spoken of here of all places...
A particularly astute servant walks by with a tray of cold drinks and offers one to Adia. She takes it with an absent thank-you and holds the glass in both hands, her purse resting in her lap. It's lemonade, or perhaps a cocktail. It doesn't matter. The chill of the glass centers her, the tiniest of sips keeps her from losing all her color.
"I think you had a vision," she says softly, looking him over worriedly. "You can't have met Caspar yet, he's... we were very close once, but he's been out of my life for some time."
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Date: 2017-06-29 04:46 pm (UTC)A particularly astute servant walks by with a tray of cold drinks and offers one to Adia. She takes it with an absent thank-you and holds the glass in both hands, her purse resting in her lap. It's lemonade, or perhaps a cocktail. It doesn't matter. The chill of the glass centers her, the tiniest of sips keeps her from losing all her color.
"I think you had a vision," she says softly, looking him over worriedly. "You can't have met Caspar yet, he's... we were very close once, but he's been out of my life for some time."