[video] once there was a way to get back homeward

[nascensibility]

[It wasn't enough, she thinks, to lose so much back home that she had to return here to another loss she was only just rebuilding. It wasn't enough to take away, it wasn't enough to really hurt, no, to quietly return to a familiar room, empty with its vast walls and dark corners. Slowly she filled it again, odds and ends of furniture and the trappings of a home to which she can never return.

She has a reputation to uphold even in spite of the circumstances, better to nurse the greatest wound out of the public eye, a garish scar across her stomach. Evelyn could swear the blade reached her heart.

The exhaustion nestles deep into her bones, a palpable chill that reminds her what she is.

What she isn't.]

I've been informed I was away for a little while, [she addresses the network, unable to muster more than a tired smile.] Perhaps someone might catch me up. I'll be-

[For a moment Evelyn appears distracted, hand gravitating toward her waist.]

I'll be in the library. I've also got several, erm, dogs that need homes. Please let me know if you're interested.



Private to Philip, 11:31 AM
I’m back. May I come and see you? It's important.
-E

Comments

[goodwoofjames]

[Sirius raises an eyebrow, surprised.]

Interesting. I like it.

Why Arabic, if I might ask?

[nascensibility]

[Better question:]

Why not?

[Perhaps it is a testament to Evelyn's immense knowledge of languages that it doesn't seem particularly odd to suggest something along these lines when naming a piglet. Then again, stranger things have happened.]

I'm- a linguist, it just...sort of came to mind.

[goodwoofjames]

Just not a language I'd have thought of, I suppose. I do shout Latin and Greek an awful lot, though, so I suppose I can't judge.

[Not that he knows many of the literal translations for the spells he casts.]

Well, you'll have to visit it often, given you've named it.

[He smiles at her, clearly totally innocent in suggesting this.]

[nascensibility]

[Clearly totally innocent in his suggestion, which makes Evelyn wonder whether he's being polite or is trying very hard to be charming. In the event of the latter, oh, he is far too young for her. Regarding the former...

...she would rather cut as many ties as possible with things that remind her of Will.]

I'd like that.

[she lies, almost convincingly, and offers a quick smile.]

Please do take care of them.

[goodwoofjames]

[He catches that something is off in her smile, but words don't come, so she lets it go.]

I'll do my very best, ma'am.