Tiffany respects privacy. She is also accustomed to a certain lack of it, having grown up surrounded first by siblings and then by her fellow Seekers. And while neither of these were notably nosy, you can't help but to read over someone's shoulder from time to time, or overhear a conversation not meant for you, when you're living elbow-to-elbow.
She is here for an evening prayer, something she'd normally do in the privacy of her own room, but the chapel was there as she was walking back from the training yard. She'd felt the pull and had given in readily enough, and ducked inside the dim quiet sanctum, only to find that she wasn't alone.
She gives Brother Gideon a fond little smile as she starts down the aisle. Poor man, is what she thinks. He looks exhausted. And the ink on the page--should she wake him? Or try to move the quill so what he's written isn't entirely ruined?
The chapel isn't that large. She's there behind him in only a few quiet steps. The candlelight is bright enough that she can see what's written on the page--and she's not nosy, but she looks.
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Date: 2021-10-21 10:35 pm (UTC)She is here for an evening prayer, something she'd normally do in the privacy of her own room, but the chapel was there as she was walking back from the training yard. She'd felt the pull and had given in readily enough, and ducked inside the dim quiet sanctum, only to find that she wasn't alone.
She gives Brother Gideon a fond little smile as she starts down the aisle. Poor man, is what she thinks. He looks exhausted. And the ink on the page--should she wake him? Or try to move the quill so what he's written isn't entirely ruined?
The chapel isn't that large. She's there behind him in only a few quiet steps. The candlelight is bright enough that she can see what's written on the page--and she's not nosy, but she looks.