(From Sunday, June 7th)
Rhi started rifling through Alexander's books and notes, reading and researching. Nothing about PACMan remained, but there was still some earlier research. Hours passed. Noon came with a knock at the door. "Busy," she responded without bothering to look up.
"Mistress, I'm sorry to bother you, but a message has arrived and I also have your lunch," came the concerned voice of one of their servants from the other side of the door.
"Message?" Rhi rose to her feet and opened the door.
"Yes, ma'am. Just arrived as we were making your lunch." The young woman holding the tray cautiously curtsied. The hearty aromas of aldgoat stew and freshly baked bread filled the doorway. Rhi's stomach clenched in protest and sent a warning shot of burning bile edging up her esophagus.Â
She took a slice of bread and the message and waved the tray away. "Crush up some fennel seed and make a tea of it. Keep it coming. No sweetener. Just..." she looked around the room, "just keep it coming and set it on the chair over there."
"Yes, ma'am," the young woman nodded as she turned away, concern creasing her brow. Their Master was missing and their Mistress was stressed and ill and there was nothing they could do to help. She was tempted to try to get word to Ceilia, but she'd been given strict orders to not contact anyone unless something happened to Rhianna.
As the door closed behind the servant, Rhianna returned to Alexander's desk and opened the letter.Â
"Excellent." The Dancer was on the job; she leaned back in the chair, holding the letter in her hand. A single word and the entire sheet burst into flame, then disintegrated into ash. She brushed her hand along her pants then turned back to her research, the slice of bread forgotten on the desk.
The servant returned sometime later, unheard by her Mistress. The young woman entered timidly and placed the tray on the chair as she had been directed. She hesitated, then poured Rhianna a cup of tea and set it gently on a clear patch of the desk. The motion caught Rhi's eye and she looked up. "Ah, thank you, Ellisande."
"Of course, Mistress." She then motioned to the now-stale slice of bread. "Would you like some fresh bread, Mistress?"
Rhianna shook her head. "No, thank you. No sense in wasting it. I'll have a bite when my stomach has settled."
"As you wish, Mistress. Shall I check on your tea in an hour?"
The questions, while Rhi understood they were necessary, were grating; she had work to do. She nodded irritably. "Yes, yes. Just refill when it's empty. I'll ask for dinner when I desire it."
"Yes, ma'am, sorry ma'am," she bowed repeatedly, quite contrite. Rhianna waved her away, already engrossed in aetherial diagrams and absentmindedly sipping her fennel tea.
Rhi started rifling through Alexander's books and notes, reading and researching. Nothing about PACMan remained, but there was still some earlier research. Hours passed. Noon came with a knock at the door. "Busy," she responded without bothering to look up.
"Mistress, I'm sorry to bother you, but a message has arrived and I also have your lunch," came the concerned voice of one of their servants from the other side of the door.
"Message?" Rhi rose to her feet and opened the door.
"Yes, ma'am. Just arrived as we were making your lunch." The young woman holding the tray cautiously curtsied. The hearty aromas of aldgoat stew and freshly baked bread filled the doorway. Rhi's stomach clenched in protest and sent a warning shot of burning bile edging up her esophagus.Â
She took a slice of bread and the message and waved the tray away. "Crush up some fennel seed and make a tea of it. Keep it coming. No sweetener. Just..." she looked around the room, "just keep it coming and set it on the chair over there."
"Yes, ma'am," the young woman nodded as she turned away, concern creasing her brow. Their Master was missing and their Mistress was stressed and ill and there was nothing they could do to help. She was tempted to try to get word to Ceilia, but she'd been given strict orders to not contact anyone unless something happened to Rhianna.
As the door closed behind the servant, Rhianna returned to Alexander's desk and opened the letter.Â
Quote:"Miss Oruissi,
The dancer you requested will be more than happy to perform at your event. She will contact you with more information in the near future.
Thank you for your patronage,
The Guild of Graces"
"Excellent." The Dancer was on the job; she leaned back in the chair, holding the letter in her hand. A single word and the entire sheet burst into flame, then disintegrated into ash. She brushed her hand along her pants then turned back to her research, the slice of bread forgotten on the desk.
The servant returned sometime later, unheard by her Mistress. The young woman entered timidly and placed the tray on the chair as she had been directed. She hesitated, then poured Rhianna a cup of tea and set it gently on a clear patch of the desk. The motion caught Rhi's eye and she looked up. "Ah, thank you, Ellisande."
"Of course, Mistress." She then motioned to the now-stale slice of bread. "Would you like some fresh bread, Mistress?"
Rhianna shook her head. "No, thank you. No sense in wasting it. I'll have a bite when my stomach has settled."
"As you wish, Mistress. Shall I check on your tea in an hour?"
The questions, while Rhi understood they were necessary, were grating; she had work to do. She nodded irritably. "Yes, yes. Just refill when it's empty. I'll ask for dinner when I desire it."
"Yes, ma'am, sorry ma'am," she bowed repeatedly, quite contrite. Rhianna waved her away, already engrossed in aetherial diagrams and absentmindedly sipping her fennel tea.
Rhianna Oruissi
Order of the Raven's Eye
Order of the Raven's Eye
Quote:Rhianna Oruissi slips a cupcake into Nylesa Tou's pocket.
Nylesa Tou >> why you sneaky baker...
