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The late stay prooved fruitful when The Pure approached the garden where Tilney stood. A smile cast over his countenance for his colleague, still anxious to hear what she had to say on the subject of Calstron; it would wait however, they could speak of things more cheerful first. Hello she said said, humbly and kind. "Evangeline, How do you fare?" His question was quite genuine, not his out of politeness. How did she fare after that strange night? Tilney hoped it hadn't damaged any relationship Evangeline might of had with the sneak Raeden; he'd hate to be the one to blame for breakin any kind of friendship. Again, Hoping sometimes was not productive. What was done was done. The Pure told him of her plans to trek north to collect cool climate flora which might survive better that their current garden during frostfall. With the mention of fire, Tilney raised his head and peaked around the garden. He could think of a few ideas on how to make that happen. "Why not have the glaziers craft some cauldrons" The bronze spoke to her "We would need a reliable source of oil to keep them aflame, but that could be arranged. I could light them with this" He gestured to his lantern which he had lit an hour or so ago to combat the dying light. She seemed a sensitive woman, Evangeline. Tilney didn't want to upset or annoy her, but the matter of Calstron and his recovery continued to press his tongue. "How is Calstron?" He murmured, eyes shying away from the Pures matching pair. He was expecting a lecture almost, but then decided he shouldn't be so juvenile and except if he was given one he probably diserved it. "Also, I would like to Apologise for my behaviour the other night. I need to tell you that I understand now that it is not my place to judge... I suppose I just, well..." Tilney gave a great sigh and shook his mane, gaze finally returning to Evangelines "Those kind of men don't sit well with me Evangline, I am a father... I couldn't stop thinking about what he could do to Maude or Glasgow, or even you!" The stag snorted gruffly, gaze once again falling away. "This herd is not for lunatics or madmen if they don't want to be remedied or own up to their crimes" |
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