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time hurries on.
WHO: laura, misc.
WHAT: miscellaneous threads that should happen, starters in comments
WHEN: wintermarch, guardian, maybe into drakonis????
WHERE: mostly the gallows/kirkwall
NOTES: content tbd. if there's something we should do, please lmk (PM, plurk, or disco), and i'll be happy to write a starter!
WHAT: miscellaneous threads that should happen, starters in comments
WHEN: wintermarch, guardian, maybe into drakonis????
WHERE: mostly the gallows/kirkwall
NOTES: content tbd. if there's something we should do, please lmk (PM, plurk, or disco), and i'll be happy to write a starter!
ilias / probably sometime in wintermarch tbh
But eventually she does find her way back to the chambers he'd claimed as a workspace. When she knocks at his door, it's while holding a small sack in her other hand and wearing a grave look. Her voice is pitched to come through the wood of the door, the better to make her presence and purpose clear, the words spoken in Nevarran. "I wish to speak with Ilias Fabria."
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Then a pale, tired face and dark robes fill the newly opened space. In Nevarran as well, "Mistress Kint, isn't it? Please, come in."
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But she has a mission, and the objectives are simple enough to complete. She holds the little cloth bag out to him. "This is for you."
Inside are two oranges and a small, sweet roll with jam inside it.
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Accepting the bag, Ilias weighs the oranges curiously before taking a peek inside after— aha. Convenient and delicious. He backs further into the room, gesturing to a chair at the worktable. The room itself is, thankfully, fairly clean at present, and a spiced incense lingers in the air to mask the scent of anything unpleasant.
"Are you very busy? Can you spare a moment to join me?"
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And she'd had no idea, really, what he might like. So she'd decided to give him a gift she would enjoy receiving, and one other members of Riftwatch had indicated they would, too: something sweet. (Tea or coffee would be, she thinks, everyone's true preference, but it would also be much more expensive.)
Going over to the chair, she sits as directed, stiff and straight-backed at the edge of the seat like she expects more Riftwatch business. "I am not busy."
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The little sweet roll, he takes from the bag and slices neatly down the middle, placing one half in front of Laura before sliding her a mug as well. The tea is little more than herbs, but at least it's not water.
"May I ask a little about what happened? About--" delicately, "the accusations against you."
sawbones / a continuation
She doesn't speak, but she makes herself visible, looking expectantly at Sawbones--as if to say ready.
slides in here
"You didn't bring a scarf."
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"I heal," she mutters, her one indulgence in disagreeing, as she wraps it around her throat.
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She calls a greeting to the ferryman as they go, momentarily breaking off her daily list to inquire on the state of his sister's ankle.
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A pity the scarf itches.
"What do the old ones need?" Not midwifery, but Sawbones isn't limited to midwifery anyway--she was helping all through the grippe. "Are they still sick?"
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And Laura is going to get a short lecture on How We Age And Die, until the ferry bumps up against the Kirkwall docks, "Ah, here we are. Come on then."
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"Here we are," she says, knocking on the door of one of the tightly packed buildings.
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"Who's that?"
"Laura." Her shoulders have hunched slightly. "I am here to help."
The widow peers at her for another moment or two, then opens the door wide enough for them to come in. "I hope you've brought your herbs, Sister, I'm sure enough in need today..."
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There's not a great deal for Laura to do, though Sawbones asks for her to pass her a few things from the bag. The visit is relatively short and then they're out the door, Sawbones setting off at once, "Right, next we've a delivery to make to Sister Mathilde in the alienage."
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"What does she need?" Laura asks, keeping pace with Sawbones easily enough. She's only seen the outside of the alienage before, never been inside; this, she thinks, should be of greater interest.