"My own husband..." She looks across the room at a very red-headed man and smiles a different sort of smile all-together.
"He was a laird. Before the Uprising. And now there are no more Scottish lairds, no clans, and the Gatherings are only held here. But there is Jamie." After the briefest of pauses, "Depending on the sort of alliances you're looking for, Ichabod Crane," and the corners of her mouth twitch every time she says his name, "you might quite profit by speaking with him."
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Date: 2014-09-10 12:20 am (UTC)"He was a laird. Before the Uprising. And now there are no more Scottish lairds, no clans, and the Gatherings are only held here. But there is Jamie." After the briefest of pauses, "Depending on the sort of alliances you're looking for, Ichabod Crane," and the corners of her mouth twitch every time she says his name, "you might quite profit by speaking with him."