( on gwenaëlle's side of the office shared by captain of the guard and vice admiral (a position yet unfilled) is in a state of mild disarray; shelves emptied and not yet refilled, the desk pushed to one side, and drawers hanging open, papers in neat piles on the floor or the lowest shelf near where she's sitting, working on something on the floor— )
Hey, ( she echoes back, looking up from where she's a puddle of dark red skirts, her hair hanging over one shoulder in a braid. ) Come, sit.
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Hey, ( she echoes back, looking up from where she's a puddle of dark red skirts, her hair hanging over one shoulder in a braid. ) Come, sit.