Gullara wrote: ↑Jan 06, 2023 3:30 am
[Uninvited]
"
Siana please. You're a guest in my home. I'm not going to have you do my dishes." Kitsuki responds. Siana has done quite enough already. "
How about you have a seat?"
"
But I should ask, now that we have a minute. Do you have anywhere to go today... or tonight?" The whole... burning thing is still fresh in her mind. "
Do you need to call someone?"
[Uninvited]
"No!" Siana blurts, clutching her cane tightly. "I mean... no, I... there's nobody I really need to call, no."
It occurs to her a few seconds later that she might be raising all sorts of red flags with Kitsuki with such a brief, uninformative statement. And with the number of times poor communication has come back to bite her squarely in her rump, she resolves to give Kitty a fuller, more honest answer.
"...I don't have anywhere else to go, either." She says quietly. "I... I ran away from home, not too long ago. I did something stupid and if my uncle ever found out, he'd..." She winces and closes her eyes, shaking her head. "...I can't go home, so I've been living at work. It's been fine, they're sort of set up for that. At least that was fine until I lost my job there and barracks access with it." She runs her hands together and takes a vacant seat at the table. "...That was, um... that was just a few days ago. I haven't really had time to find any other place. And since I'm out of work, too, I wouldn't be able to afford my own place even if I did find one. One of my old co-workers was sort of helping me with that, but-"
...Oh. She probably
should call Jaahlyn, actually. If only so the satyr knows she didn't get vaporized between now and their last in-person meeting.
"...That's about it, really." Siana finishes with a little shrug. "...If you're offering to let me use your phone, I can call said co-worker and see if we can arrange something so i can be out of your hair before nightfall. And I should probably check in with my sister, too... she's going to worry if ten o'clock rolls around and she hasn't heard from me. I don't think I need to explain why." She grimaces and glances at a nearby window. "...But, um... regardless of what else happens, I think I should let you know I made Anastasia a promise. See, when we were-"
Siana cuts herself off and glances around the table, which seems to be almost exclusively populated with people who are far too young to hear about what happened at the party last night.
"...I think we should talk in the kitchen. And, um... her other mom should probably be present, too." Siana says finally. "It's important."
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[Chopping Block]
whunk!
thd-thunkle~
Aikobaz takes a moment to wipe off her brow before setting another log on the old stump in the Bloodplunders' backyard, lifting the axe in preparation for another wood-splitting blow. She wasn't sure how much firewood they'd actually
need in the coming months, but she'd insisted on taking this particular chore for herself regardless. It's good exercise, especially if she's going to help Aigothurz with his training later on. She'd have to get used to holding and swinging an axe, and hopefully this chore would, at the very least, help her develop the necessary musculature before starting in on technique.
And there's a sort of zen quality to it, as well. Place wood, break it in half, place more wood, break that in half, and so on. She's quickly finding it to be a useful meditative aid, and will likely find herself back here if she simultaneously needs to lose herself in her mind and keep her hands useful.
whunk!
thd-thunkle~
The empress sets her axe aside for a moment and adjusts her garments. She's not exactly appropriately dressed for the weather; her usual wardrobe doesn't do a great job of
breathing when she exerts herself, so while she's out here, she's borrowed some of Hope's clothes on the grounds that it does a much better job at that... perhaps too well, given their differences in proportions. Aikobaz has had to tie knots in both the top and the shorts, and still found the former to be far too loose for her modesty's liking, especially with the frigid air blowing through her too-often-exposed chest, and so she's wrapped herself up in a length of sarashi underneath to make up the difference. It's not comfortable wear by any means, but as long as she keeps swinging, her excessive body heat will handle the temperature and she can just focus on working. She likes to think of that as motivation.
Anyway, she's spent too much time fretting about her clothes already. Back to work.
whunk!
...Dammit. Missed.
whunk! whunk!
thd-thunkle~
Who're you? ...Don't matter.
Want some rye? Course ya do!
Here's to us!
Who's like us?
Damn few,
And they're aaaaall dead.