Time-traveling romance-novelist guardian-witch (tregardian) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-09-09 19:55:00 |
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A day off? What did that mean? After a week of steady schedules and monotonous duties, Diana wasn't exactly sure how this was supposed to work. This was so unlike anything she had ever done it before. A writer made her own schedule, and if she wanted to take a day off? Darn it, she would! The contrast to this was when she did police work. Then it was work all day, every day until the case was closed and the evil was banished. This kind of structure was foreign to Diana, but she sure was grateful not to have to sit behind her cart all day and peddle to lifeless strangers. That was cause for celebration and relaxation. The morning had been spent on minutia. Cleaning clothes, getting her things in order, counting the money she had earned from the week. It wasn't much, not at all, but considering that they were taken care of it was enough for some luxuries. At the top of that list, of course, was booze. Diana dressed herself in her modern wear, sans jacket. It was just too freaking hot for that. The way she figured, she'd been in that dress long enough for all the townies to see her in it. Being a carnie girl, they already thought she was weird, so dressing oddly probably wasn't going to to exacerbate that too much. Besides, she'd washed her period clothes and they were drying. A girl in pants! Scandalous. Hoisting her messenger bag over one shoulder, Diana cleared the bounds of the carnival and headed toward town. She didn't know anyone who had a truck of their own, so she was hoofing it. That was fine. The walk would do her a helluva lot of good. It gave her time and space to clear her mind and reconnect with the natural world. She hadn't done a lot of that since arriving. Hadn't had the time or the privacy. Her witchcraft was something that was still very much private from the rest of the group. She'd almost told Peter. Hinted at, even, but in the end he had conveyed that he wasn't ready or interested in harboring secrets. That was fine. She couldn't fault him for that, especially when she was a total stranger. Tap, tap, tap. Diana's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind her. Turning her head over one shoulder, she cast a lackadaisical glance backward to see who it was. |