The low hum of human interaction was a pleasant background noise to my mind, much like the lively Spanish red that was delicately swirling around in a fantastically clear crystal glass. A light classical tune (Rachmaninoff?) drifted in and out of hearing, smoothing out lulls in the conversation; a wonderful salmon en croûte lay in a state of partial disassembly in front of me.
"And how about you, Sagramore?"
"Oh, it's not really my thing. Tell me more about the trip to Sarras though - I'm fascinated."
There was a pause slightly longer than the others, and she put down her glass to lean in closer.
"Oh, Sagramore. You never were any good at lying, were you?"
I set my glass down too, although I continued the circling motion - sound muted by the gleamingly pure white tablecloth.
"I have no idea what you mean. But please - I heard you met with Eliazar?"
"I'm starting to think you aren't listening to me at all, my dear sir."
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The pacing of this piece is marvelous, the rhythm and cadence of the conversation is captured perfectly. It made the dialogue even more intriguing than it already was. Love it!
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Added a few more details to the scene.
I'm very happy that you enjoyed it, Escapist!
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