Lessons in Advanced Door-Opening [for Amelia Ronsam rogueinladysclothing]

[conjuredskies]

It’s been some while since they made their informal arrangement, but Felix hasn’t at all forgotten the light-footed rogue or the dance he promised her. A pact is a pact, no matter how many duties – foreseen and otherwise – have demanded his attention.

For that matter he and Verity haven’t been meeting for Geography Club quite so regularly, and the smells when he steps through the door of the Fox and Crosier make him regret that fiercely. Alchemy study may have to be relocated whenever possible. He scrapes some of the snow from his boots and leather armor, then strolls up to the desk chicken to ask after Amelia.

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[rogueinladysclothing]

The hen behind the desk is kind enough to direct him up to a room on the second floor. Up the stairs, around a corner, and about halfway down the hall. There's nothing distinct about the door, but as he approaches, Felix can hear a familiar voice humming a soft tune and the sound of stone against metal. Inside, Amelia's sharpening her blades as she hums a song of summer in the hopes of dispelling the cold feeling from her bones - and for keeping her mind focused as she works.