Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into. Hey nonny, nonny. — Much Ado About Nothing, Shakespeare
Daily Diary:
Kids of Summer Foundation — install communication systems in foster homes project Stop by Sevelt and Lakas homes Cardinal Inn — see what Franklin has in store Find out cost of repairs to ship Eat at Rick's Performance at Marketplace Visit Raza Maybe visit Annex Can't die today
Lirssa set the pen aside and looked down at the list. Her desk at the foundation had its two piles of papers and files to review and work on the bottom left. Plants in a cluster at the top left. The right side was open for her to actually work, but it also had her daily diary.
There were a few things on that list that made her sick to her stomach, but most it was the cost to repairing Moxie. The latest adventure had played a few good tricks on the sensors, not to mention the dings to the hull that might mean cabling or even radiation shield problems beneath.
It was the money. It was always the money. With a snarl, she took up a pencil and just scratched a jagged line across a blank piece of paper. She needed to move, to get on a rooftop somewhere and run.
The diary stared at her with its list. Things that had to be done. No running. Not yet.
All the funds raised by the Gala were in, and projects were clamoring to be started. Vital projects, like a communication system in all the houses like the Knightly House and High Spires. There were children's files to review. Family files to review. Two children and families to get ready to become a forever family.
Then there were duties to Old Market, and no doubt Franklin had his own list for her. She had to eat, of course, and then the ship.
The ship. It isn't like she didn't have income. She did. Just anything for herself felt wrong. It always felt wrong. She borrowed dresses for events, ate meals in trade for work, and the only savings she had were for the ship. And it was not a lot. Each flight barely made profit. Except for the recent flight in that battle. That made a tidy sum. She could not use it for the children. It felt dirty, like she would stain them with blood, too. So, that she had set to her savings as well. Hopefuly it would be enough to cover repairs. Hopefully.
Jewell had offered this job, and the strings that came with it, to help Lirssa not work so much, but had she slowed down at all" To be slow. To take a moment. The last time she had done that was after Shade.
Cold like an ice pick stabbed down her spine, and she curled her arms to her chest, head ducking down.
"You okay, Lirssa?" Margo stood at the doorway, her voice carrying worry.
It snapped Lirssa from the agony of that memory. She had been broken. She had been useless, but — no she hadn't. Her family hadn't felt that way. They hadn't walked away. Lirssa brought her head up and gave Margo a reassuring smile. "Yes, sorry. Just a little chill."
The elven woman cheered instantly. "Oh, I wonder if you had a spirit walking past. It happens, you know. Little Elfhame is so packed with the magic and glamour, I wouldn't be surprised." Margo seemed a little too delighted by the prospect.
Lirssa, however, was used to the idea of ghosts and spirits walking about RhyDin. The idea that it might be Shade, however, was not one she wanted to entertain. She did not need those nightmares to come back. There was enough disturbing her sleep — and that was an entirely different reason she did not put on the list. One didn't list things about affections on a daily diary. At least, Lirssa didn't. She needed sleep.
Not yet. "Margo, I'm going to be working on the communication systems for the houses, could you find the files from the different vendors that Theodore compiled?"
"Mmhmm, they should be on his desk. I love having any excuse to go in his office,? and Margo fanned her face as if suddenly hot, as she turned to go down the hall.
Nope, can't die today. Still have to finish matchmaking between Margo and Theodore.
Daily Diary:
Kids of Summer Foundation — install communication systems in foster homes project Stop by Sevelt and Lakas homes Cardinal Inn — see what Franklin has in store Find out cost of repairs to ship Eat at Rick's Performance at Marketplace Visit Raza Maybe visit Annex Can't die today
Lirssa set the pen aside and looked down at the list. Her desk at the foundation had its two piles of papers and files to review and work on the bottom left. Plants in a cluster at the top left. The right side was open for her to actually work, but it also had her daily diary.
There were a few things on that list that made her sick to her stomach, but most it was the cost to repairing Moxie. The latest adventure had played a few good tricks on the sensors, not to mention the dings to the hull that might mean cabling or even radiation shield problems beneath.
It was the money. It was always the money. With a snarl, she took up a pencil and just scratched a jagged line across a blank piece of paper. She needed to move, to get on a rooftop somewhere and run.
The diary stared at her with its list. Things that had to be done. No running. Not yet.
All the funds raised by the Gala were in, and projects were clamoring to be started. Vital projects, like a communication system in all the houses like the Knightly House and High Spires. There were children's files to review. Family files to review. Two children and families to get ready to become a forever family.
Then there were duties to Old Market, and no doubt Franklin had his own list for her. She had to eat, of course, and then the ship.
The ship. It isn't like she didn't have income. She did. Just anything for herself felt wrong. It always felt wrong. She borrowed dresses for events, ate meals in trade for work, and the only savings she had were for the ship. And it was not a lot. Each flight barely made profit. Except for the recent flight in that battle. That made a tidy sum. She could not use it for the children. It felt dirty, like she would stain them with blood, too. So, that she had set to her savings as well. Hopefuly it would be enough to cover repairs. Hopefully.
Jewell had offered this job, and the strings that came with it, to help Lirssa not work so much, but had she slowed down at all" To be slow. To take a moment. The last time she had done that was after Shade.
Cold like an ice pick stabbed down her spine, and she curled her arms to her chest, head ducking down.
"You okay, Lirssa?" Margo stood at the doorway, her voice carrying worry.
It snapped Lirssa from the agony of that memory. She had been broken. She had been useless, but — no she hadn't. Her family hadn't felt that way. They hadn't walked away. Lirssa brought her head up and gave Margo a reassuring smile. "Yes, sorry. Just a little chill."
The elven woman cheered instantly. "Oh, I wonder if you had a spirit walking past. It happens, you know. Little Elfhame is so packed with the magic and glamour, I wouldn't be surprised." Margo seemed a little too delighted by the prospect.
Lirssa, however, was used to the idea of ghosts and spirits walking about RhyDin. The idea that it might be Shade, however, was not one she wanted to entertain. She did not need those nightmares to come back. There was enough disturbing her sleep — and that was an entirely different reason she did not put on the list. One didn't list things about affections on a daily diary. At least, Lirssa didn't. She needed sleep.
Not yet. "Margo, I'm going to be working on the communication systems for the houses, could you find the files from the different vendors that Theodore compiled?"
"Mmhmm, they should be on his desk. I love having any excuse to go in his office,? and Margo fanned her face as if suddenly hot, as she turned to go down the hall.
Nope, can't die today. Still have to finish matchmaking between Margo and Theodore.