Moonspear the secret face within the tapestry

Her waning grin produced a thin one from him though it was soon whisked away as he puffed air against one of her turned ears. All scores settled, a satisfaction that must have been most pleasureable of all... or so he imagined. He had never a score to settle in his life. But nary an idle thought crossed his mind as an affirmation sounded in his throat.

"I wonder now what this princess will do," he murmured thoughtfully, bordering a change of tone and pace. Her plate was cleaned, at least momentarily. Dirge was no fool to think it would stay that way for long; Ostregas, he was learning, seemed to either find or be presented with less than leisure events. His life he would later decide had also been very much the same in different shades. The present and past few months had been the most leisure of them all.