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[http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/]

Lyrae is sitting by the fire with a book and a cup of tea.

She feels... normal for the first time in a while.

Her dress is as dark and simple as her hair.

She does not want to talk about the last week or so.

Any of it.

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[moody-protector.livejournal.com]

Isuzu had been looking for a place to sit, being as it had been cold when she'd come in and the fire was looking to be an ideal space. She probably should be working on that history project but, she's rather fond of dodging it in favor of sketching or trying to relax.

"Is this place taken?"

She asks the woman beside the fire, gesturing to the seat opposite of her.

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

That's when Monk comes into view. He's back in his normal, perfectly ironed, spot-free, and - thank God - lactose-free suit.

He smiles cautiously at her and gives a little wave from not too far away.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/]

Lyrae glanced up and gave him a curt, if not precisely friendly nod as she sipped her tea, before returning her gaze to her book.

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

To saunter over or not to saunter over...

To!

"I'm sorry about that little misunderstanding of ours the other day," he says, eyes focused on Lyrae's forehead.

He will not be getting himself into trouble today.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/]

Lyrae replied more than slightly brusquely after a long pause to sip her tea. She was not particularly inclined to discuss it one way or another.

"It is no matter whether you are sorry or not."

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

Monk immediately recognizes the tone of Lyrae's voice, and backs off the subject.

However, there isn't much left for him to talk about.

His eyes drift to the book.

"Interesting?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/]

A terse reply from Lyrae as she turned the page.

"It is to me."

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

Monk tilts his head.

"What's it about?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/]

Another turn of the page.

"As the title might imply, it is a book of biographies."

Nevermind that the title was not visible.

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

A slight nod.

"Okay," he says, squinting at the pages. "Biographies on... ?"

He's fishing for words, here.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/]

A slightly irritable snap. How dense was this man?

"Biographies are on people, Child."

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

Monk is... going to take that as a compliment, for the moment.

The look of surprise on his face fades quickly and is replaced by one with furrowed brows.

"-- yes, I know, but which people?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/]

With a somewhat weary sigh, Lyrae clarified.

"Important political figures from my Age. I should doubt if you would know them."

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

Cue another headtilt as Monk takes a seat.

"What 'Age' are you from?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/]

A trite answer from Lyrae.

"The Second."