Prescott’s closer look would welcome him to something soft and sweet.
The framed picture that lays above the paperwork Silas has is one that appears familial. It’s him, with two cats Prescott would not recognise, but could easily tell are probably Silas’ partner and daughter. They embrace themselves tightly while looking straight at the camera. Silas’ face is adorned with a bright smile, one showing teeth. It’s unlike the more cordial and professional smiles he offers while he takes up the role of a leader. Despite the sepia tones, you can tell his world is full of colour over in this picture
In the corner is one extra face, in coloured photo this time, wedged there intentionally as if to include them as part of the family. This cat shares the same head stripe as Silas, but doesn’t have the oaken shades of his pelt. Her fur is coloured a ruddy shade of red, and her smile is cheeky.
The sound of small, orderly pawsteps can be heard from behind, before Prescott can look any further
"There's no need to apologize, our office doors are open to all Wayseekers."
It seems Silas had heard the anxious prattle from outside, by chance returning at the right time. He does not seem to mind that Prescott may be leaning so close to his workspace.
"I had just decided to step out for a moment for some fresh air, is all. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" Silas stands alone, his paws tucked behind his back. He moves across the room, standing on the opposite side of the desk from Prescott, looking him in the eyes as he tilts his head inquisitively. His brow quirks upward ever so slightly, almost looking taken aback. "Do I not seem as though I'm faring well?" He blinks rapidly.
He pauses to consider the question longer, reaching for a more satisfactory answer. As he does this, his paw subconsciously gravitates toward the box of truffles, popping one into his mouth and chewing as he mulls over it all. Once he's finished, he steadily begins to procure an answer, navigating the question as delicately as he would the pages of a book.
"Going into this journey, we knew that there would be challenges. Not of this proportion, of course- but knowing what we've seen now, our number one priority has become reconsidering our approach to your safety." He pauses, his brow furrowing back into lines of deep thought for a moment, taking a small breath of recollection. "There was no predicting what our last expedition would've uncovered He utters in a tone of confirmation, partially to himself as his paw reaches forward to brush against some papers on the table. His eyes eventually sidle back toward Prescott. "If we seem distant, it is likely just due to our own preparation for the next expedition. There's much to streamline, after all. Your heart is good, but this is all in due course, I assure you. It is our job."
Silas then proceeds to stand there for a very long moment, the silence petering onwards in a manner that was probably only natural to him. He seems to be thinking much louder than he's talking. It lasts until his shoulders relax a little, blinking as though he's only just realized something. "Oh- and thank you for the truffles, of course. You're rather thoughtful, aren't you? I'm sure that Agnes will be very happy."
His ears twitch, leaning back a bit in an awkward attempt to reconsider his clinical approach to the question. His tailtip twitches to-and-fro as he clears his throat. "And thank you for checking in, too." He politely tacks on, offering a quaint, quieter smile and dipping his head accordingly, clearly touched by the notion despite his surprise.
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Prescott’s closer look would welcome him to something soft and sweet.
The framed picture that lays above the paperwork Silas has is one that appears familial. It’s him, with two cats Prescott would not recognise, but could easily tell are probably Silas’ partner and daughter. They embrace themselves tightly while looking straight at the camera. Silas’ face is adorned with a bright smile, one showing teeth. It’s unlike the more cordial and professional smiles he offers while he takes up the role of a leader. Despite the sepia tones, you can tell his world is full of colour over in this picture
In the corner is one extra face, in coloured photo this time, wedged there intentionally as if to include them as part of the family. This cat shares the same head stripe as Silas, but doesn’t have the oaken shades of his pelt. Her fur is coloured a ruddy shade of red, and her smile is cheeky.
The sound of small, orderly pawsteps can be heard from behind, before Prescott can look any further
"There's no need to apologize, our office doors are open to all Wayseekers."
It seems Silas had heard the anxious prattle from outside, by chance returning at the right time. He does not seem to mind that Prescott may be leaning so close to his workspace.
"I had just decided to step out for a moment for some fresh air, is all. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?" Silas stands alone, his paws tucked behind his back. He moves across the room, standing on the opposite side of the desk from Prescott, looking him in the eyes as he tilts his head inquisitively. His brow quirks upward ever so slightly, almost looking taken aback. "Do I not seem as though I'm faring well?" He blinks rapidly.
He pauses to consider the question longer, reaching for a more satisfactory answer. As he does this, his paw subconsciously gravitates toward the box of truffles, popping one into his mouth and chewing as he mulls over it all. Once he's finished, he steadily begins to procure an answer, navigating the question as delicately as he would the pages of a book.
"Going into this journey, we knew that there would be challenges. Not of this proportion, of course- but knowing what we've seen now, our number one priority has become reconsidering our approach to your safety." He pauses, his brow furrowing back into lines of deep thought for a moment, taking a small breath of recollection. "There was no predicting what our last expedition would've uncovered He utters in a tone of confirmation, partially to himself as his paw reaches forward to brush against some papers on the table. His eyes eventually sidle back toward Prescott. "If we seem distant, it is likely just due to our own preparation for the next expedition. There's much to streamline, after all. Your heart is good, but this is all in due course, I assure you. It is our job."
Silas then proceeds to stand there for a very long moment, the silence petering onwards in a manner that was probably only natural to him. He seems to be thinking much louder than he's talking. It lasts until his shoulders relax a little, blinking as though he's only just realized something. "Oh- and thank you for the truffles, of course. You're rather thoughtful, aren't you? I'm sure that Agnes will be very happy."
His ears twitch, leaning back a bit in an awkward attempt to reconsider his clinical approach to the question. His tailtip twitches to-and-fro as he clears his throat. "And thank you for checking in, too." He politely tacks on, offering a quaint, quieter smile and dipping his head accordingly, clearly touched by the notion despite his surprise.
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