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Though his natural inclination was to take rather than to give, Daxton had come to the Chamber of Codes not to use the archives, but to contribute to them. Undoubtedly un-Daxton-like behaviour, and yet part of his job description; something he was mindful of following to the letter. No more. No less.
It was a longstanding skill of Daxton's, an unintentional though not unwelcome one stemming no doubt from his similarly longstanding hypervigilance, that he could generally identify people by their natural tread. Her muttering served merely as confirmation.
Having finished his work adding to the archive and recording the contribution, Daxton moved, panther-like, towards Aslan Evans. He stopped, silently, a little way behind her, and waited, the glint and glimmer of her various accoutrements drawing his eye and settling in his mind as the beginnings of an idea unrelated - at this moment - to Aslan, or his work in the Ministry. |