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Kiria
Kiria found Cúron emerging from a meeting with his advisor. They had been drinking strong coffee in the solarium that looked out onto the gardens and the ocean beyond. At the sight of Kiria, Parohim took Cúron’s small porcelain cup and set it clattering on a tray with his own.
Kiria started to walk into the solarium before she paused. “Lord Cúron,” she said, “I’d like to have a word with you about something important.” Hopefully if she didn’t look at Parohim, he would realize that he wasn’t invited. Bitter-scented steam from the coffee rose from the cups.
Cúron pursed his mouth. The short white hairs around his lips stuck out. “Is it particularly important? I was just going to—”
“Monumentally,” Kiria said.
Cúron paused a moment, and then turned to Parohim with a look that sa
