Although the boss had recommended Dalton Cessair by name, it took Dune some time before she got around to contacting him. The reality of living with the curse and recovering from its debut had taken up a majority of her time, and when she had a mundane sling handy, it kept slipping her mind until she had his business card in her hand.
She'd thought the way the circles and triangles had been a trick of the light, some kind of embossing or lenticular printing. When she realized it had been a tiny enchantment, the Exchange agent was suitably impressed. It took a certain level of craftsmanship to enchant one's business cards--it reminded her of American Psycho, but there was actual substance to Dalton's card that set it apart.
And so, naturally, she reached out. With the man being in the Circle and her being in the Exchange, it was easy to arrange a meeting. It was nearing dinner time after her normal working hours when Dune found herself loitering around what she uncreatively dubbed 'nerd central'. She didn't go into the workshop proper, but lingered on the landing, seated on the top stair. Fortunately, nobody was coming up and down the stairs around this time, so she wasn't in anybody's way. While she waited, she had her phone balanced on her knee, idly scrolling Instagram with her good hand. The other arm was still in its sling, pinioned at Dune's side.
She'd thought the way the circles and triangles had been a trick of the light, some kind of embossing or lenticular printing. When she realized it had been a tiny enchantment, the Exchange agent was suitably impressed. It took a certain level of craftsmanship to enchant one's business cards--it reminded her of American Psycho, but there was actual substance to Dalton's card that set it apart.
And so, naturally, she reached out. With the man being in the Circle and her being in the Exchange, it was easy to arrange a meeting. It was nearing dinner time after her normal working hours when Dune found herself loitering around what she uncreatively dubbed 'nerd central'. She didn't go into the workshop proper, but lingered on the landing, seated on the top stair. Fortunately, nobody was coming up and down the stairs around this time, so she wasn't in anybody's way. While she waited, she had her phone balanced on her knee, idly scrolling Instagram with her good hand. The other arm was still in its sling, pinioned at Dune's side.