Mindful silence. It was a far cry from constant badgering, something that echoes on and rolls about the walls as if never truly stopping. Thereās a breath at the thought, more like a grunt or an irritated huff, masked over by sharp pitches of the throat. Pica had always preferred the silence of the stones. What noise had come was rumbling, the shake of movement. Only distinct crumbling truly grated at the ears, something unheard of for such a long time. Diamante and Trebol caused unrelenting chaos, the likes of which even those closest were not excluded from. To be granted reprieve from the latter was nigh unheard of. But it was seen of such importance, of undeniable need of attention, that the spade had taken his place. Once a guardian of all, now prioritizing hobbies of grand importance, without hesitation. And though in that time did the wall have eyes and ears everywhere, it was a steady quiet unlike anything the club could have ever provided.
As if an omen to the end of that time, the edge of the room shifts and a sharp gaze suddenly finds itself upon Sugar. Notably, despite every change and visible oddity, it is yet another subtle arrival to the unaware. Upper body clad in stone, hovering in the room, he waits for a moment to say anything, as if gathering the strength to say it.
ā He will return today. ā An unfortunate relay of new information, the likes of which neither likely cared to hear so soon. ā I will only remain until then. Your call is mine to answer. ā Still of few words, terse and strict. But nothing could ever hide the underlying disappointment waiting to boil up at the sound of that nagging filling the castle once again.
@obsrvrā || s.c.
