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[morns]

( Sometimes, getting up early is a blessing because you get to see a wonderful dawn and enjoy the peace and quiet before everyone else starts to rise.

Sometimes, getting up early is a blessing because you run into Elphame's newest statue of the tournament victors. And, as it seems a terrible shame to not drag her friends (and the other three), Kate whips out her phone and does what any good person would do:

Start a slow, circling walk of the statue. Please enjoy the close ups of the loving detail in which every victor is rendered.

And please also enjoy the huff of laughter Kate lets out before she adds a; )

Congratulations.

( You're immortal, victors. )

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[morns]

Were busy.

( It's a half truth. Red Wine doesn't need to know the details of where her mind's been at these last few months, how everything they're doing is covered in a veil of pointless, a refrain which echoes even as she drags herself out of bed and moves robotically through her morning routine.

Nobody needs to know that.

So, for the time being, she'll play the part. Do the things expected, like this stupid ass post, and pretend there's a point to any of it. )

Nothin' stopping us sparring.

[judgementor]

Is that an offer?

[He wouldn't mind if it was. Kate can hold her own well enough against him and fighting against her had been a pleasure the last time. Had he known the state of her mind at the moment he might have considered otherwise, but the two of them are not that closely connected.

That said, where someone's thoughts are can often come across in how they choose to fight.]

Happy to take you up on it, if it is.

[morns]

Sure.

( It seems like a good idea right now, but the sheer amusement of seeing giant statues of her friends is helping the world seem a little brighter this morning. )

[judgementor]

[Hm.

He studies the young woman for a long few moments, his dark eyes softened in thought. The whole thing with the statues is indeed amusing, but something else is bothering him about this conversation.]

Are you feeling all right?

[morns]

( Why does she feel distinctly like she's being put under a microscope... )

Where'd that come from?

( She's... Existing. It's fine. )

[judgementor]

Simply observation.

[He can't claim to know Kate terribly well, but he has lived long enough to have a relatively good grasp on how to read humans. Kate, of course, is free to tell him to mind his own damn business.]

You don't seem as... enthusiastic as usual.

[morns]

( Dammit. And here she thought her demeanour was enough like her usual self that it'd be hard to notice. )

Didn't know I usually seem enthusiastic.

( Snarky avoiding the point is a fine and healthy approach to this question wym. )

[judgementor]

Mm... maybe not what most people would call enthusiastic.

[But, hm. Her avoidance of the point isn't missed at all.] But moreso than this, from what I've seen of you. [He cocks his head slightly.]

Would you prefer I didn't ask?

[morns]

( s i g h. Apparently she isn't as good at hiding shit as she hoped. Or at dissuading people from asking her about it. )

It's not th' point of this post.

( Which is true. The post was just for teasing the winners, really, since she's close with some of them.

She almost leaves it at that, but there's a sigh before she adds; )

... Long story anyway. Not very interesting.

[judgementor]

I'd say I'd be the judge of that, but I'm well aware I can't force you to speak.

[And, really, he doesn't know her well enough to insist even if he does know her enough to care. He gives a small shrug.]

But if you want to challenge me to get some of it out that way, I'm still game.

[morns]

( Well, that earns you a few points, Red Wine. So, hm. )

How about when we get back to Camelot?

[judgementor]

[He gives a small, polite nod.] When we get back to Camelot, then.

[Then Red Wine shifts, his expression easing into an amused smile.]

The statues, then. Are the likenesses up to par in person?

[morns]

( That diffuses the tension. )

Some of 'em might need to thank the sculptor.

( The attention to detail is, uh, very intricate. )