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(kveta novotny)
She'd toyed briefly with the given information of her tribal sister, concrerning Danya but inevitably it had been brought to Ana, and she'd made arrangements to bring the Lord and her kin, and most likely Kveta, together... just in case.
Thus she'd picked up the phone, weaver tool she wasn't much inclined to normally, and dialled the number, waiting as it rang for the extension to pick up.
ring...ring...
(danya)
The unfortunate consistency of being one of the lower members on an employee totem pole is the direct and reoccurring phenomenon resulting in the complete absence of regularity in the scheduling of one's work week. This is the very reason that finds Danya still at his desk at the particular hour which is far beyond the normal boundaries of his assigned shift. Currently, his attention focuses on the nearing conclusion of the report building on his computer beneath the methodical rhythm of long fingers on keys.
Brows create a shallow furrow in gathering together above deep-set eyes. Dark green carries the scrolling reflection of data tables moving across the monitor until concentration breaks with the second cacophanous ring clamoring from nearby phone.
"Tretiak." Murmured into the headset cradled between shoulder and profile.
(kveta)
Smooth gutteral Czech accented voice filled Danya's ear, cool, calm and uncncerned. Pleased the kinfolk was answering her call... she wasn't one who waited patiently for long.
"This is Kveta Novotny... I was given your number in regards to finding some of your family in the city. One has left that I knew, but my sister, Ana, is kin to yours. She will be in Grant Park this evening, at the main fountain."
She was kind enough not to hang up on him having told him where to be. It was also a way to be admitted to territory of the pack, for now.
(danya)
There is but a moment of passing silence on the line. Nothing but the sound of the stereo filtering softly from the background, overlapping tide of what audial compensation he used to fill the monotonous void of his workplace. Nothing but the sound of distance-induced static protesting it's slavery to hold the call. Nothing by the sound of a single, contemplative breath that is shaped across decisive tongue.
"Then I shall not keep her waiting."
He is aware of the opportunity such things present.
He is aware of the strictly outlined permission Kveta is granting.
He is aware, above all, of the pleasure lurking beneath her cooly detached voice.
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Posted by danya at April 01, 2004 12:00 AM