Riyeko Lionward; The reserved and nervous inventor (thebesttoys) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-03-07 21:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, peony min, riyeko lionward |
I still have my health (At least that's what they tell me)....
Who: Riyeko & Peony!
What: Stopping by
Where: Peony’s place!
When: Today! After this
Rating: G
Status: Complete
Peony had asked her to stop by, so of course Riyeko would. Admittedly, with the potential for sniffles she still was likely to incur, Riyeko wasn’t sure it was the best idea to follow through with, but at the same time, Peony had asked, and Peony didn’t ask for things often so… Of course the machinist would follow through. In fact! She’d even managed to hobble together a couple of bentos quickly to bring over before heading out. Ratchet - unfortunately - would be left in the house today, but not before having a long talk with him about how if the earth shook again, how he needed to sit in the doorway, and she’d get home to him as quickly as possible. Ratchet, of course, simply let his ears perk up while she spoke listening to the noise of her voice before letting himself slip down into laying on the floor, and aptly falling asleep as soon as his owner seemed done with him. Gods, that dog was the most relaxed - and tiredest - creature Riyeko though she’d ever seen. Either way, grabbing up the basket, and her hoverboard, the machinist had set off towards the Mage’s Tower and made it there without a hitch. Now, making it up to Peony’s room, well… Maybe, just maybe, she got lost once or twice… Or three times… Before successfully finding her way to the other woman’s door. What an adventure it had been, really. Dismissing the blush from her face, and trying to stomp down any internal anxiety that had been built up from having to ask directions again, and again, Riyeko knocked on the door, waiting politely for Peony to answer before attempting any other forward movement again. “Please come in, the door is open.” Upon opening the door, Riyeko would find a living room perhaps slightly less tidy than normal, and her friend upon the couch under a pile of blankets, with a lap desk stacked with papers balanced upon her thighs and a cat napping at her feet (Quiz looked up -- once -- to see who had come to call before once again tucking his nose under his tail and going back to sleep). “I apologize,” Peony said, her vowels ever so slightly pinched and her smooth tone a bit hoarse -- clear signs of congestion and illness. “I do believe you ought best to keep some distance.” She gestured to a chair across the room, with its own small table pulled up alongside, holding a teapot and cup. “It should still be warm, but please tell me if it is not.” Even when ill, she could at least do that much, but having just settled herself upon the couch, she really did not have the energy to rise and play hostess as she ought. “My apologies, too, for calling you over when I am in such a state,” she said, genuinely penitent. She tended to hermit when she was ill, but right now, that simply wasn’t possible; she had had to allow Perdita entry so that she didn’t fall too far behind on her work, and then there was the matter of one other errand, which could not be trusted to the scholar (nor, indeed, to almost anyone). “I promise not to keep you long.” “Oh, um, no, don’t worry about a thing.” Even if the sickened Peony did get Riyeko somewhat worried, it’d been some time since she’d really gotten sick herself, so there was a pretty high chance that… No, she should be more concerned about Peony. “I brought a bento for you!” With that, the Machinist began to dig into the basket, pulling out the box without a second of thought. “I, um, don’t know if you’re hungry, but it should hold for a while! Since I wasn’t sure which kind of sick you were I brought some warm foods, they should help to make sure the chills don’t go all the way through you. I can put it out of the way for now if you want?” There was always something to offer, it was just the way the two of them seemed to function more often than not. Though, what precisely Peony had called her for still seemed a mystery of sorts. “Is everything okay?” Riyeko couldn’t help a curious concern from rising. “I mean, um, aside from the whole being sick thing.” “You didn’t have to, but thank you.” Truly, the thoughtfulness of her friend -- along with her eternal patience with Peony’s fluctuating health and rather ridiculous schedule -- was a precious quality. “I should likely have lunch soon.” She wasn’t hungry, but that didn’t mean she shouldn’t eat. “If you’ll just put it on the table in the kitchen?” Assuming her request would be fulfilled, in the meantime, Peony offered reassurance: “Things are no worse than normal.” She could not fully say that things were good, considering all of the troubles the city had had recently, not to mention her own concerns about other matters closer to home. “Although, I have been involved in a missing persons case, very tangentially,” she said after a moment. “There seem to be few leads to go on.” Her own venture into the sewers with Jareth had turned up nothing. “It is a matter of some concern, along with the guild’s other troubles, and a few personal projects.” And very likely it was overwork that had driven her once again to illness, but what other choice had there been? Things had to get done, after all. “Speaking of personal projects,” she added, “I have a favor to ask, if you are willing to spare another half hour of your time?” “Oh! Sure!” With that Riyeko had turned, and started walking towards the kitchen to assure that the meal would be appropriately placed for when Peony wished to retrieve it, but made certain to keep her ears open. Oh. A missing person’s case. That never really sounded all that good. In fact, it was rather concerning. What sort of insanity could have gone on that Peony - the Mage’s Guild Councilor - would need to be brought in on it? That seemed like a station far above and beyond might normally be required. The thoughts were turned over in her head, this all seemed particularly bothersome, upsetting really to some degree, and some level of worry would etch itself across her face as she re-emerged into the room where Peony sat once more. “Sure I can!” The words were chirped, as was common, and Riyeko attempted to keep her spirits up. If Peony were involved with something, no matter how dire, it would turn out okay in the end, it had to. “What do you need help with?” “Nothing too difficult, I hope,” Peony said, before gesturing to a rather dauntingly large leather folder, fastened at the edges, which sat upon her desk. “I had hoped to be able to deliver this myself, but unfortunately, I am still indisposed.” Her smile was a little self-deprecating;she probably could force herself to rise and go across the city to the offices of the publishing house, but it would be neither easy nor advisable to expend her strength in such a way when it might yet be needed for city defense. In her experience, remaining at home in a too-warm room would help her recover faster -- and in turn, it was only by doing this that she would be able to best serve the city. “If you will deliver this to the Bazaar District for me, I will be grateful,” she said. “I have written out the address, but thought better of sending a scholar to complete the task.” Scholars were curious by nature, and she preferred to remain anonymous. It wasn’t shame or a few of being found out so much as a dislike of attention; when she had started this experiment for her own amusement, she had never imagined more than a handful of people would ever read her words at all. “If you will go up to the third floor and ask for Astrid at the desk, she will take care of the rest.” She sighed. “I fear I will not be fully recovered before it is past due, and I would not wish to inconvenience her further.” “Oh, um, no! No problem at all!” At the very least she didn’t need to worry Peony even if there was something super difficult.. Not that there was, but.. Well, her friend was already sick, and there was no need to add extra stress to the other woman’s life. Though, if it was just paper - even if it was a particularly big stack of paper that might be really heavy - Riyeko was pretty certain she could manage in one way or another. “Is there anything special I need to know about it? Handling instructions?” A beat. “Um, I mean, other than what you’ve already told me of course!” There were so many things that could happen to paper… It could get wet. Or burned. Or carried away by the wind. or…. Maybe she should just take it back to her house to meticulously treat the paper to be water and fire resistant before turning it in. “Nothing in particular, so long as it is neither opened nor dropped into a snowbank,” Peony assured. Fortunately, the folder was sturdy enough to withstand even the latter, but she did not wish wet pages upon Astrid or her bevy of assistants. “If you have an opportunity to drop it off today, I would certainly be grateful,” she added. Perhaps she would bake Riyeko something delicious to thank her, sometime next week when she had caught up with the inevitable backlog from her illness? It was a good thought, to be filed away for later. “Thank you,” she said. “You will have saved me a great deal of trouble.” “Oh! Um! Okay, right, yes. I can handle that!” The words evolved from holding a hint of uncertainty to being chipperly chirped by the end as they were delivered. Thoughts blitzed by at lightning speeds, each one compartmentalized, identified, labeled, and stored for use, even if they were not in this exact moment. Though, listening to Peony, a new one - a one useful for this conversation specifically - popped out. “Oh! Would you, um, like me to take it over right now? It’s no trouble at all!” “If you would,” Peony said. As Riyeko went to retrieve the folder, she only hoped it wouldn’t be too heavy to transport. Fortunately, it wasn’t terribly far to go. The rest of the visit was kept short, the mage well aware of the machinist’s own high likelihood of falling ill. She wished she could have asked someone else, but Riyeko was the only one to whom she did not have to explain. When her friend finally headed out the door, massive file in hand, Peony sighed and returned to her papers. Somehow, she had to get through this stack, headache or not, before she indulged in the lunch that she had been brought. |