[Brother comes first- and Sieglinde kindly surrenders her fingers and tightly laced boots for the inspecting, smelling of Oska, and musty libraries, and her feet in particular of the herbs Lloyd had given her to soak in. Isengrim picks up on the smell too- and by the time Graham arrives the skull-faced familiar is padding back from where he had been roaming in the area.]
Graham, greetings!
[Isengrim, silent as always, does not bark, but there's an audible sound of creaking bone and the snap of bone as his teeth collide, chewing on a questionable hunk of meat and sparing his master the need to point him out as he lopes closer, circling Brother with tail wagging. Whether he planned to share that meat was a different issue, however.]
There he is- It was good of you to come.
[Sieglinde herself is perched on the remains of a foundation, looking... far more rested than she had been when they'd last seen each other. Her dress is clean, her hair washed and neatly braided, the bags under her eyes less... noticeable. (Still there, though.)]
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Date: 2016-12-11 06:30 pm (UTC)Graham, greetings!
[Isengrim, silent as always, does not bark, but there's an audible sound of creaking bone and the snap of bone as his teeth collide, chewing on a questionable hunk of meat and sparing his master the need to point him out as he lopes closer, circling Brother with tail wagging. Whether he planned to share that meat was a different issue, however.]
There he is- It was good of you to come.
[Sieglinde herself is perched on the remains of a foundation, looking... far more rested than she had been when they'd last seen each other. Her dress is clean, her hair washed and neatly braided, the bags under her eyes less... noticeable. (Still there, though.)]