[It took fifteen minutes for Ianthe to show up - she got momentarily distracted - but then she breezed into the kitchen. An open journal in hand, she came up behind Alina and set it on the prep table in front of her.
Leaning against her back, flesh arm looped lightly across Alina's chest, Ianthe reached over with her other arm to gesture to the journal.]
Here's my unfinished map. You can borrow this for a few days to tidy it up for me. If you're still willing, that is.
[Opened to the centerfold of the journal, there was a map sketched out with the clocktower as the central point. Detail was missing in anything beyond the immediate area around the moot hall and boarding house, but it was good enough one could reasonably find their way around. Ianthe wasn't an artist by any means, but she had a technical skill that allowed her to copy things she's seen accurate enough.
Interestingly, the map was divided into eleven equal parts, and in one corner the numerals 10984 were absently doodled like a schoolgirl would the name of their crush during lessons.]
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Leaning against her back, flesh arm looped lightly across Alina's chest, Ianthe reached over with her other arm to gesture to the journal.]
Here's my unfinished map. You can borrow this for a few days to tidy it up for me. If you're still willing, that is.
[Opened to the centerfold of the journal, there was a map sketched out with the clocktower as the central point. Detail was missing in anything beyond the immediate area around the moot hall and boarding house, but it was good enough one could reasonably find their way around. Ianthe wasn't an artist by any means, but she had a technical skill that allowed her to copy things she's seen accurate enough.
Interestingly, the map was divided into eleven equal parts, and in one corner the numerals 10984 were absently doodled like a schoolgirl would the name of their crush during lessons.]