Untruths

HSAR

This too shall pass.


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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Escapist

Escapist

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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HSAR

HSAR

Added a few more details to the scene.

I'm very happy that you enjoyed it, Escapist!

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