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The Study is quiet. The high ceilings and overly broad gaps between bookshelves, tables, and divans all serve to magnify sounds made in the chamber. As a result, a profound and meditative calm is ordinarily found here.
Today, the clicking of heels like a military drumbeat are more than enough to draw the attention of anyone in the room. Only one other is now present, and his attention is very firmly on the Lion Queen. The woman paces, like a caged animal, her tail swishing behind her. Periodically she glances out the stained-glass windows that look outward across the Imperial Mountain. And periodically, she will direct her gaze to her companion, as though by merely standing there he would have more information than she.
Her Circlemate reflects that his Solar associate has some of the qualities of a Lunar after all. He is not impatient. The orichalcum crown he wears is surmounted by an ornate mechanical clock the size of a hen's egg, mounted over his brow, and it ticks off a silent but steady pattern. This man, the Artifex of the Gaian Dilemma, just smiles when he is looked to.
