<3 <3 Hehe, these two are funny.
It was strange - before, Denver had been open, brash almost, as if he didn't care much for anything or anyone. Now, he was choosing his words with great deliberation. Apparently, this new place was unfriendly to strangers. Seemed he'd been taking lessons. She wasn't going to be intimidated by his inference to power, either. "You mean it is a large rabble as opposed to a small rabble." Not that the Court was a small rabble, but with its open doors, and its quick turnover, and large area where you could go a while without seeing anybody because of how spread out they all were - apart from in the hotel, where congregations were more likely - it felt a little like it sometimes, and she knew Denver had disapproved. Probably his promotion had not come quickly enough for him, and for some reason he had been luckier with the new pack - that was her guess, though she had no idea if she was really right or wrong. It could be that it was entirely new, starting from scratch - that might have given him opportunities for higher ranking. She was scrutinising him searchingly as she speculated, remembering all this was only guesswork, but trying to decide what was the best question to ask next. She was determined to get the news she had come all this way for, and it was just a bonus that the donor was Denver. She'd picked her question. "How long has Salsola been around?"
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