Dear was nowhere to be found, this time. The fox had spent much of the last week alternating between requesting to be left alone and crying against eir shoulder. The story of what True Name had told em in combination from the news from Pollux had struck a deep chord with it, and when it did speak on the issue, the conversations would quickly end with “I did not know. I promise, Codrin, I did not know.”
So ey waited, ey read, and ey calmed down, and then ey scheduled eir interview.
The response came five minutes later, a simple ping of acknowledgement followed by a calm suggestion that immediately would be as good a time as any.
-This time, when Codrin stepped into True Name’s apartment, he was greeted by the skunk standing where she had the last two interviews, and this time, her expression was one of calm curiosity, rather that that initial warmth and its following coldness.”
+This time, when Codrin stepped into True Name’s apartment, ey was greeted by the skunk standing where she had the last two interviews, and this time, her expression was one of calm curiosity, rather that that initial warmth and its following coldness.”
“Mx Balan, it is nice to see you again.”
Ey bowed. “Of course. Again, my apologies for getting so heated last time. It’s a bit of a first for me, but that was a lot to handle all at once.”
“I understand,” the skunk said, returning the bow before gesturing em down the hall once more. “We will have a calmer discussion this time, I believe.”
@@ -88,7 +88,7 @@“No.” Codrin finally allowed emself to be pulled to eir feet, smoothing out eir rumpled clothing. “No, I suppose not.”