“Ana.” Tarcanus had looked up at her and smiled from where he sat behind his desk, “How have you been? Keeping out of trouble, I hope? Things are all good with you, calm, uneventful, yes?”
He’d said something like that, and Ana had had to try incredibly hard not to laugh; not at the man himself, but the fact that she realized it had been such a long time since they’d stopped to just talk as friends that she wouldn’t have had a clue where to even start to answer that.
“Well, “she began, sitting down in a chair in front of the desk, “keeping out of trouble, I suppose. Uneventful … notexactly.”
It was a long time that the two of them sat there in the mage’s office, and the majority of the talking was done by her. As she spoke, Tarcanus quietly sipped his tea, raising his eyebrows here, clearing his throat there. Once or twice he sputtered, as if he might choke, either shocked by some of her revelations or as if in some ways she had offended his sensibilities.
“You went where?”
“Are you even serious right now?”
“They said that to you? Clearly they don’t have any idea …”
“He did .. what to you?!”
It was relaxing, refreshing, unburdening even, and a complete departure from the ordinary. Ana and Tarcanus had never quite had such a completely transparent conversation of anything really beyond everyday mundane things, and this.. this had been long overdue.
Placing her empty tea cup down on the tea tray, Ana smiled at her colleague, her mentor, her friend, and smiled at him, a twinkle in her eye.
“We must do this again, Tarc. Sooner, rather than later next time, no?”