Commander Mira Rhiannon (tinytornado) wrote in ashelle, @ 2018-09-25 10:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: lintu, character: mira, location: ashelle, post: log |
I'm down, digging through
WHO: Mira & YOU - Open Log
WHAT: Sifting through the wreckage: various prompts inside.
WHEN: Post attack, spans a few days. The prompts are in chronological order.
WHERE: Various: see prompts
WARNINGS:
I: With my feet upon the ground.
The office in the palace for the Commander didn't see much use. Mira preferred to work in Sebsatian's library where a thousand interruptions wouldn't happen over trivial matters that were oh so important to someone else, but mattered little to her. This was especially true when a high court function loomed on the horizon and Mira had no patience for tailors and seamstresses hounding her about letting them put her in actual dress "befitting a Princess of Ashelle".
However, that couldn't happen now. There was too much information pouring in and pouring out for her to sit in the library even with Sebastian's ability to speed up time there.
For once her desk - a monstrous piece of dark stained wood that had more drawers and hidden compartments than Mira found necessary - was covered in paper. Neat stacks delineated them by subject. The largest and most sobering were the letters for the dead; a list that kept growing as bodies were found. Next to that were the requisitions - new ships, ships to repair, dispensation for the families of fallen soldiers. That stack kept growing as well.
What had Mira's attention currently were the letters that some of her siblings had given to her. The ones that claimed Roche was ill. Currently, Mira compared the broken seals of the letters to another missive on her desk, searching for any small discrepancies that might prove it a fake.
Off to the side sat an untouched tray of now lukewarm coffee and tiny sandwiches that might have been tasty but now look rather... soggy.
Mira looked up when the door opened and a flashed a brief perfunctory smile. "Welcome."
II: I lose myself between the sounds.
The docks were functional, but one section to the far end had been cornered off for the Navy. Broken pieces of the black ships leaned against sturdy posts as engineers, both civilian and naval, climbed through the debris, searching for clues as to the maker of the ships. Nearby in an old storage house were the bodies of enemy dead lined up for the same purpose but looked over by physicians instead of engineers.
Mira stood in conference with a couple of people, listening to what they'd found (not much and far too little).
((ooc note: your character can be a part of the conference or catch her after if you wish!))
III: And open wide to suck it in.
A member of the city guard approached carrying a sealed letter in his hand.
"Commander." He saluted and then handed Mira, leaving only when she dismissed him. Setting aside her coffee and ignoring her current company at the moment. Mira broke the seal and scanned the contents. Her lips settled into a flat line before falling off into a sigh that she tried valiantly to keep from sounding exhausted. "Well, I suppose it's better than news that's complete shit."