chapter update on dusty corridors

[dragonlady7]

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Chapter 4, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/28276716/chapters/70091700

Listen there’s a lot going on so here, have a chapter update. We all need the distraction.

Mages could read minds, Aiden knew that, so he narrowed his eyes and thought Hey, fuck you, as hard as he could.

She didn’t seem to notice; she only had eyes for Lambert, who had reached over and kicked the bottom of her chair leg. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you failing to empty that bowl,” he said. “I didn’t make that special for you and then put such a reasonable amount into that bowl for you not to eat it.”

“I ate a lot,” she protested. “I don’t have your metabolism, Lambert. Aretuza gave me tits, not a hollow leg.”

Aiden was distracted from his attempts to psychically insult her by attempting to parse that sentence. “Aretuza… gave you… tits,” he mused, and then screwed up his face and said, “What, like, as souvenirs?”

“Why do you think all sorceresses have more or less the same rack?” the mage asked, poking herself in the side of one breast to jostle it. It moved as though it were in a supportive undergarment of some kind instead of more or less suspended in midair behind an embroidered panel that only half-covered it. “There’s a fellow whose job it is to give us the Look at the end of our schooling, and he has very conventional tastes. I didn’t grow these myself, like some sort of peasant.” (Your picture was not posted)