a GENYA starter for @daverialki !
it is, as it turns out, rather exhausting to run a country. or, at least, to help in doing so. refreshing, of course, for three representative grisha to have such a place at all, though some days she rather wishes she might have been observing it all from somewhere just a little bit more peaceful. (and, at times, somewhere a bit further away from zoya nazyalensky.)
she turns one corner and then another, easily as breathing - - - a familiar route, one she can walk without much thought. just an aiming of her feet, one step before another. she's quiet as she slips in through the door - - david's presence is often enough to soothe her, and she does not want to disturb him from whatever he is working on. it works today - - to a point. long enough for her to find a moment when she thinks she will not truly disrupt him, a natural pause somewhere along the way. "what do you think the possibility is," she asks, inspecting a lock of her own hair as she twists it around her finger, "that zoya is planning to kill us in our sleep and become a triumvirate all of her own?"