She had done everything- called off her engagement, kept away from Gilean, checked in on Colin only when he was already half asleep, and stayed away from Thasmudyan completely. Still, Sanria sat in front of Enmach with a pensive stare at the parchment on her desk, writing mindlessly as she spoke.
"I didn't bring anything up other than his letter, that's all."
"Sanria - don't you believe there is more to discuss?"
"No, Enmach. And neither did he. Ror was quite comfortable to keep things business and I won't look the part of the weepy woman sharing her feelings."
Sanria heard the scowl- the huff of breath, the push back into the leather chair. "I still believe you should have told him."
"Why?" Sanria asked, laying the quill down. She looked at Enmach, her face calm and emotionless. "What good would that do?" Enmach grumbled and shook her head. "You humans are foolish and stubborn. You want want want- friendship, love, companionship- and when things don't go your way, you pretend none of it matters and that you have armor wrapped around the heart in your chest. It's idiocy."
"I'm sorry we disappoint you," Sanria said frankly.
"I will not be baited," Enmach answered cooly.
"Then I'll finish this letter to the other leaders and let them meet with Ror to discuss further his ideas for the school and theater in Westbridge. As far as my personal ties to Ror, we have severed those and they no longer matter."
"You truly believe he felt nothing and you felt nothing?"
"He ate his soup and again started asking after someone from my past."
"Who?"
"Kaliadra."
"I see."
"So, no. I don't think he felt anything. As to myself, I've already told you I'm not going to spread my personal feelings around with one who is uninterested."
"I'm interested."
Sanria looked up, narrowing her eyes at Enmach, who sat with a demure grin. "I agree with him in regards to education and the arts." Sanria looked back to her parchment and started writing again. She kept writing even though a flash of bright light indicated she was alone once again. Only when she finished did she turn her chair to face the window, staring out over the floating island, seeing it without seeing it.
