Peony Min (blackmagicks) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-09-11 11:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !group thread, loch lemach, merrion priddy, morgayne falk, peony min, riyeko lionward |
Who: Peony & OPEN (Loch, Riyeko, Merri, Morgayne)
What: A day in the life
Where: Various locations around town
When: Throughout the day
Rating: G so far!
Status: In progress!
[Docks – Fishmongers’ Stall | 7:00am] It was common knowledge among those who sought the freshest ingredients that as the sun rose each day, the fishermen whom made their livings on the water surrounding Emillion displayed their wares at the docks. Certainly, the various seafood would make it to the stalls of the grocers in the city throughout the day, but there was nothing quite the freshness – and the selection – one could find if one was willing simply to rise a little early. Thus Peony took herself to the docks before the sun was fully risen, stopping first at Lindwyrm Hall and then at Yates Imports to deliver her traditional weekly lunches to the boys – they were already out running, it seemed – before making her way to the crude tables that sprung up daily at the edge of one of the piers. She stopped to consider some particularly large and succulent scallops. A bit of butter and soy, some sesame seeds, a healthy dash of spice, perhaps a seaweed salad… “I will take ten, please,” she said, smiling at the man behind the table. Perhaps she might offer to treat Merrion for dinner; it seemed her friend and colleague had undergone some difficult times recently. [Commoners’ District – Park | 8:00am] Peony sometimes wondered if cats could cast magic; certainly Quiz appeared to have mastered the Vanish spell, for he appeared at her side as if out of thin air as she entered the park. She had chosen the rather long route back to the Tower, for she anticipated being cooped up indoors for most of the day, and it appeared the pleasantly warm weather would not linger much longer. Autumn was beautiful, but a little melancholy; winter was coming soon, with its freezing winds and short days and myriad illnesses. For now, though, as she carried her paper-wrapped packages close to the chest – the better to keep them out of Quiz’s hungry mouth – she smiled slightly an enjoyed these last vestiges of summer greenery. Suddenly, Quiz, who had been trotting along beside her and meowing insistently, yowled and streaked off and up a tree. She heard barking as she turned to see who was coming up the path. [Mages’ Tower – Library | 1:00pm] Her morning meetings and paperwork finally complete, Peony was once again settled in the library with a stack of very old books on symbology and linguistics as well as a number of dictionaries. The trouble with translating a derivative language was that it was often necessary to consult many sources to compile anything even resembling an accurate translation, and even then, the exact meaning could not always be guaranteed. Still, she had promised Siana an approximate translation, and she was quite close, she thought. Very soon, she would be able to deliver the papers she was working on. The more she translated, though, the more questions she had to which she could not fathom answers. She closed the second dictionary, added a word to her translation, then, with a small sigh, she closed her eyes and rubbed at her temples. Was she tired, or ill? She could never quite tell. Still, perhaps a moment of respite might not be amiss. [Shieldwyrm Hall | 3:00pm] Her papers having been delivered to Siana’s empty desk – it appeared she and Monaco were on patrol – Peony made her way through the rather noisy hallways of Shieldwyrm Hall. There seemed to be a great deal of activity here today, as always. She turned a corner, thinking to stop by the training yards and see if she did not spot Pyr – he trained in a variety of halls now, as his punishment progressed – and nearly bumped into someone coming the opposite way. She recovered before she fell, her hand on the wall, and offered a polite smile and a nod of her head. “My apologies, I was not looking where I was going as well as I ought.” [Cathedral Steps | 7:00pm] She did not make it to vespers every evening, though she tried, when her schedule allowed. Tonight she had been fortunate, and the short service had refreshed her spirits. She felt quite a bit better than she had this afternoon, ready to return home, share a pleasant dinner with a friend, and then spend some time with a pot of tea and the work she had set aside in order to come here before the hour grew too late. As she left the sanctuary, she stopped on the steps to admire the sky, which was streaked with gold and red and purple, swaths of color illuminating the clouds. Her mother, she recalled, had called such sunsets gifts from Faram, a reminder to tired human hearts to open and witness the beauty all around them. The memory was more sweet than bitter now, and she smiled softly as she paused, one hand on the banister, admiring the vista as she sent up a tiny prayer of thanksgiving for the reminder. |