Post by Eaving on Aug 20, 2007 17:18:33 GMT -5
Eirian glanced down at the parchment before her, scanning the thick, creamy paper without much of her usual fervor. Her own elegant script scrawled across the page in thick black ink, along with numerous word-pictures and her own interpretations. It was her report she was preparing for the Arcane University on the long dead Ayelid language. She hadn't slept for the past three days, her need to get her thoughts and discoveries down on paper so urgent that food and rest fell to the wayside.
Half-heartedly she flicked back through the other twenty-five pages of her report, absently adjusting this pictogram and that, her dainty chin pillowed on the palm of her left hand. The night was wearing on, well into the later hours. The dinner bell had sounded many hours ago, she had dutifully ignored it in order to finish the report. Now, she still had to go back through her archives, make all the relics and important documents were securely locked away and them maybe summon something from the Fort's kitchens. Summon of course, there was no way she was going to go and ask for it, the old cook was terrifying! And dirty... On second thought, maybe food from the kitchen's wasn't that good an idea... she had some nice fruit sitting in her quarters. That should tide her over.
Nodding to herself and pushing back her heavy chair, Eirian neatly parceled her report and began clearing away her desk, the sand and blotting paper tucked neatly away, the ink well tightly plugged, her best quill cleaned and placed back in her hair along with the myriad of others. All was going well with her nightly routine until she heard the door to the main archive chamber open and close with a soft thump.
Alarm sent innumerable spells leaping to mind, defensive and aggressive. She hadn't summoned a Spider Daedra in a while... maybe that would be best? No, that could end up too messy. She did so hate messes. Paralysis would be best. Especially if it was one of those despicable soldiers sneaking in again to steal the female anatomy scrolls. Twice in the one month was too much.
"Who is it?" Eirian called with more bravery that she truly felt, her hands tingling with readied magicka.
Half-heartedly she flicked back through the other twenty-five pages of her report, absently adjusting this pictogram and that, her dainty chin pillowed on the palm of her left hand. The night was wearing on, well into the later hours. The dinner bell had sounded many hours ago, she had dutifully ignored it in order to finish the report. Now, she still had to go back through her archives, make all the relics and important documents were securely locked away and them maybe summon something from the Fort's kitchens. Summon of course, there was no way she was going to go and ask for it, the old cook was terrifying! And dirty... On second thought, maybe food from the kitchen's wasn't that good an idea... she had some nice fruit sitting in her quarters. That should tide her over.
Nodding to herself and pushing back her heavy chair, Eirian neatly parceled her report and began clearing away her desk, the sand and blotting paper tucked neatly away, the ink well tightly plugged, her best quill cleaned and placed back in her hair along with the myriad of others. All was going well with her nightly routine until she heard the door to the main archive chamber open and close with a soft thump.
Alarm sent innumerable spells leaping to mind, defensive and aggressive. She hadn't summoned a Spider Daedra in a while... maybe that would be best? No, that could end up too messy. She did so hate messes. Paralysis would be best. Especially if it was one of those despicable soldiers sneaking in again to steal the female anatomy scrolls. Twice in the one month was too much.
"Who is it?" Eirian called with more bravery that she truly felt, her hands tingling with readied magicka.