The papers were swept aside with a growl of frustration uttered under Lili's breath. Formulas, notes, test runs...none of it mattered. None of it! Not at this rate. Not when she had no idea how much time she was working with.
Lili stood in the middle of her renovated office...well, her home now. The office was a small part of it instead of like before when it took up more then 3/4 of the square footage. Now she had room to pace and stew and fret without feeling too cramped, and tonight was a prime night for it. With Ghislan wandering out there somewhere, the need for a larger company house becoming more evident with the more people they gathered, and now with Locke's rapidly deteriorating condition...
The blonde scowled. It wasn't a pleasant look, but she didn't care. There was nothing she could do about Ghislan, and in fact she was grateful for some of the time apart so she could train herself to keep from fainting every time he walked into a room. Rolling up the sleeves of her alchemist jacket further up her arms, she tried to find something of use. Perhaps a compound she overlooked. Or a exotic serum?
Nothing?
Anything?
"Nothing I can do about Ghislan," she muttered under her breath. "But I can at least help Locke. Maybe if I just kept digging I could find something in time..."
"Out of all of my memories, ours were my favorite."
She quickly shook those words away. It didn't matter. He expected her to go back to being a loving, doting wife. She hadn't been that for nearly a decade! How did one think she was going to react? Just nod her head with her tail happily wagging before lifting up and presenting herself like a bitch in heat? Of course that was an exaggeration, but still.
A vein ticked in her brow when she came across a letter strewn in with her notes on the floor. While some papers had been on her desk that she tossed aside, she had a plethora that remained sprawled out so she could better see everything all at once. The letter was something she received earlier that day and it attributed to her irritation.
Ghislan was getting an earful when he came back from his 'trip'.
As she tossed it over her shoulder to continue her scatterbrained pursuit of something to cure Locke, it slipped part way from the envelope. Reading:
To Mrs. Lilithium Nightwing,
You may not know who I am, but my name is Renade Violethammer. Currently I have just started my studies at the Arcanist Guild in Limsa Lominsa, and hope to later study into the ways of the Nymian Scholars of old should information present itself to me. I have spent the last few years wondering how to write to you, and never had the frame of mind or courage until now.
I grew up with my mother and her two sisters, never knowing who my father was. My mother never divulged his whereabouts until a few years ago when she told me his name. Ghislan Nightwing. I was hoping to learn about his wellbeing and meet the father I-
The envelope obscured the rest of the letter.
Lili stood in the middle of her renovated office...well, her home now. The office was a small part of it instead of like before when it took up more then 3/4 of the square footage. Now she had room to pace and stew and fret without feeling too cramped, and tonight was a prime night for it. With Ghislan wandering out there somewhere, the need for a larger company house becoming more evident with the more people they gathered, and now with Locke's rapidly deteriorating condition...
The blonde scowled. It wasn't a pleasant look, but she didn't care. There was nothing she could do about Ghislan, and in fact she was grateful for some of the time apart so she could train herself to keep from fainting every time he walked into a room. Rolling up the sleeves of her alchemist jacket further up her arms, she tried to find something of use. Perhaps a compound she overlooked. Or a exotic serum?
Nothing?
Anything?
"Nothing I can do about Ghislan," she muttered under her breath. "But I can at least help Locke. Maybe if I just kept digging I could find something in time..."
"Out of all of my memories, ours were my favorite."
She quickly shook those words away. It didn't matter. He expected her to go back to being a loving, doting wife. She hadn't been that for nearly a decade! How did one think she was going to react? Just nod her head with her tail happily wagging before lifting up and presenting herself like a bitch in heat? Of course that was an exaggeration, but still.
A vein ticked in her brow when she came across a letter strewn in with her notes on the floor. While some papers had been on her desk that she tossed aside, she had a plethora that remained sprawled out so she could better see everything all at once. The letter was something she received earlier that day and it attributed to her irritation.
Ghislan was getting an earful when he came back from his 'trip'.
As she tossed it over her shoulder to continue her scatterbrained pursuit of something to cure Locke, it slipped part way from the envelope. Reading:
To Mrs. Lilithium Nightwing,
You may not know who I am, but my name is Renade Violethammer. Currently I have just started my studies at the Arcanist Guild in Limsa Lominsa, and hope to later study into the ways of the Nymian Scholars of old should information present itself to me. I have spent the last few years wondering how to write to you, and never had the frame of mind or courage until now.
I grew up with my mother and her two sisters, never knowing who my father was. My mother never divulged his whereabouts until a few years ago when she told me his name. Ghislan Nightwing. I was hoping to learn about his wellbeing and meet the father I-
The envelope obscured the rest of the letter.
