[ The letter had taken Psyche a truly long time to write, and Medea a considerable time to read and respond. She sits in quiet contemplation for a little while even after that, staring at nothing in particular. What a tangle of circumstances. What a way to finally get some modicum of explanation out of Psyche...
The thought makes her laugh, softly, as she finally gets to her feet. Even she can't fully explain the mood seizing her as she slides the star-shaped mood ring from Psyche's finger and replaces it with another ring, carefully kept. Does this make it too easy? She half wonders if something in Waltaquin would know her at a glance without such a signal. The challenge might be unfair in the current circumstances, and besides... If she intends to give a proper answer, she may as well dress for the occasion. With that thought in mind she sets out to look for her quarry. ]
week 6, thursday evening
The thought makes her laugh, softly, as she finally gets to her feet. Even she can't fully explain the mood seizing her as she slides the star-shaped mood ring from Psyche's finger and replaces it with another ring, carefully kept. Does this make it too easy? She half wonders if something in Waltaquin would know her at a glance without such a signal. The challenge might be unfair in the current circumstances, and besides... If she intends to give a proper answer, she may as well dress for the occasion. With that thought in mind she sets out to look for her quarry. ]