*Is in a MOOD.*

*Indulges in some very satisfying, very cathartic knife-throwing.*

*mutters* Like she can talk, she shags a married man and she's all oh, angst, woe is me, poor me. I shag a widower and it's OH SO TERRIBLE HOW COULD I DO SUCH A THING bah. Nuts to her.

*Comes back to the fort with a newly re-traumatised Adûnathôr ( Read more... )

*Sets off to find Anaire to see if she can flog a death-buggy 2000 to her.*

*Hopes these stories she's heard about Vanyar being pansies aren't true and that she'll take to the idea as well as the Feanorians did.*

*Runs over her sales pitch in her head*

*Would first of all, like to note for the record that she is very, very, very pretty.*

*Heads into town, gets herself an iced-coffee and muses on things that must be done.*

1. Find out what that boy of mine is up to, if anything.
2. Help sort out the little chap's burgeoning agoraphobia. He WILL spend quality time out of doors, yes he will ( Read more... )

*Notices a new arrival being installed in the Fort.*

Gosh, she looks jolly familiar. Can't quite place the lassie though.

*Puzzles over it for a while more and decides to go and investigate once she's had a chance to settle in.*

*gets a change of look, courtesy of the fickle mun-thing.*

( *Approves of the new look. Likes it a LOT. :D )

*gets a letter*

I got the job! I'm gainfully employed! HUZZAH! Emeldir; 2, 539, the rest of the universe; NIL. :D

*puts on her best chainmail and follows the directions to Pharazon's*

REPORTING FOR DUTY, SAH!!! And Madam.

*has been getting her bearings in town for a while now*

*decides that she needs to find gainful employment*

*Winds up at the Numenorean Consulate, thinking that it looks vaguely more mortal-ish than the rest of the town*

*goes in and gapes at the decor*

OH my GOD. Art pieces. Plush carpets. A water-cooler? They're a bunch of softies!*ambles ( Read more... )