"Oh, right," Siana recalled, "the fireworks. You mages are in charge of that." It was a spectacle that Siana did, in fact, enjoy, but she had to miss out on them this year. She had drawn the short straw on patrols for that evening. Well, someone had to be down there and it'd be an easy patrol, at least. The worst part about it was having to endure Prichard's whining.
"Of course I'd love to walk with you," said Siana, falling in step with Peony. Oh well, the Violet Saint Clair novel would just have to wait to be picked up on another day. Tomorrow, perhaps, since she had the day off. "I agree, though I don't own quite as many books as I'd like." Truth be told, she owned plenty of books, but most of them were well hidden throughout her apartment, just in case her sister or brother-in-law or for some reason that was less far-fetched than Siana would like, someone from the guild came snooping around. "Are there any in particular that you enjoy?"