Yeah, that's Sophie. [Asbel's hand still hasn't strayed from its place at the back of his neck, although he seems to have stopped fidgeting, opting instead to let his attention wander again. And it does, until Richard's question pins him down.]
[He doesn't jump this time. The seconds tick by. Asbel tries to form a response - 'sure, he's excited! anyone would be excited about their own wedding, right?' - but...he can't say the words. He doesn't want to lie about it. Not to his best friend, anyway.]
[Asbel finally looks at him. He's not sure what Richard may think, but his expression probably isn't convincingly "excited". Still, he can take a hint. He pushes the window in so that it's almost completely shut and steps across the flowerbed while trying to do as little damage as possible.]
It's not very far. I thought we'd pay Lord Windegarde a visit.
[The redhead begins walking, nodding up at one of the windmills, its heavy wooden blades creaking and groaning at regular intervals, like an old man complaining about his joints.]
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[He doesn't jump this time. The seconds tick by. Asbel tries to form a response - 'sure, he's excited! anyone would be excited about their own wedding, right?' - but...he can't say the words. He doesn't want to lie about it. Not to his best friend, anyway.]
[Asbel finally looks at him. He's not sure what Richard may think, but his expression probably isn't convincingly "excited". Still, he can take a hint. He pushes the window in so that it's almost completely shut and steps across the flowerbed while trying to do as little damage as possible.]
It's not very far. I thought we'd pay Lord Windegarde a visit.
[The redhead begins walking, nodding up at one of the windmills, its heavy wooden blades creaking and groaning at regular intervals, like an old man complaining about his joints.]