is this what you're doing with your one wild and precious life?

[kantikoy]

WHO: Adrasteia, Erik, other folks.
WHAT: It's an open log
WHEN: Mid to late Guardian
WHERE: Kirkwall, &c.
NOTES: Erik curses. That's about it. Open starters in threads.

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it's early morning here; the gallows, adrasteia, open (will match format for all threads)

[kantikoy]

Adrasteia wakes with the dawn, and in the wintertime, a little earlier than that. This is how the morning unfolds: opening the curtains, putting on heavy robes, and making her way to the nearest unoccupied communal room to deal with wetting and detangling her hair. If there's no water available, however, she'll have to make her way down six floors and into the basement to the unheated bathing pools to bring some up.

When she starts this process there's humming. By the time she reaches the bottom of the tower, it's singing sotto-voce. Once she's climbed the stairs back to the sixth floor carrying the largest container of water she possibly can (which, well, she's strong but not even five feet tall), it's gone to full-throated singing.

Her voice isn't bad. However, one imagines that not everyone would be thrilled with being serenaded at this hour, more often in the last month than not.

[lumelume]

Amador has a way of simply appearing wherever he wants to be, and this is no exception: nobody knows where he sleeps or spends the night, but at the sound of singing, he has materialized at the bottom of the stairwell.

"Cantora!" he calls up in his own musical tenor, "what fair maiden fills the halls with such sweetness?"

Anyone angry with her will now have to be angry with both of them.

[kantikoy]

Adrasteia laughs, but can't stop or turn around with the water she has in hand, or else she might have to give up the entire project.

"Adrasteia!" She sings in reply, "Belabored with water, so I cannot stay!~"

That was definitely someone slamming a door for emphasis, wasn't it?

[lumelume]

"Adraasteia~" comes the warbling return, as though it were the chorus of its own aria, "wherefore dost thou labor so, at the chilly break of morn?"

[kantikoy]

"To bring water to the sixth floor, and wash my hair, for the start of the day." Another laugh; this is quite fun, actually, though it's also a stretch for her vocal chords and lung capacity. "To whom do I owe the pleasure of a new song?"

[lumelume]

"Amador!" he sings, adding an impressive cadenza, because presentation is everything.

[kantikoy]

"Good morning, Amador!" She cannot do an impressive cadenza, but her tone is joyful. "Thank you for this~"

[lumelume]

"Prego!" he calls back, and lets it rest there-- she's got things to do, and their song will end will here.

Whoever she is, they can talk properly later, or not. The moment has happened.

[kantikoy]

Another laugh wafts from down the stairs and with that, Adrasteia starts humming again instead. What a fun interaction!