( it's inevitable that she gravitates toward the library - not so much in order to help with the shelving or the ferrying of boxes about the place, but to settle in with paper and pen and work on inventorying everything that's been donated or acquired for it.

and only a little bit judging some of the selections. )

( it's fine everything is fine

benevenuta doesn't set out to linger in the herald's rest - she'd come in for a drink when word had got out about the brandy (and hadn't that word traveled quickly!) and considered mingling a little, but weighed the slowly darkening mood against potential benefits and decided against making it too long a visit. or, at least, that had been the plan

but then someone twice her height had made a Remark about her drink and to cut a long story short, as she totters out of the tavern, wobbly on her feet, she is at least not in so bad a form as her opponent, currently leaning up against a wall outside and emptying his guts.

nevarra, 1. )

( hit me with yo best shot. )