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[Raven is late for work this morning.
She's hard on herself about it all morning long, working on her projects with hardly a word to anyone else, because things like that are unacceptable. Especially when she's in this kind of mood. When it comes around to lunch time she stalks out of the smithy, bag in hand, sore on top of being frustrated with herself.
Usually she sits on the bench outside the building if it's a nice day; this time her feet take her all the way to the plaza, to sit by the fountain and break the bread of her sandwich bun into little pieces for the local birds. She's just not hungry. They are, so why not share? A small cluster of them shares her bench with her until or unless someone walks by to disturb them.
For a while, she sits there and stares at nothing. Lately everyone is whispering about that going-home stuff. And while she misses home...is Luceti really so terrible? It's like a bigger, weirder Sharance sometimes. Thinking about this too much is giving her a headache, though, so she rubs her temples with a low irate sound and gets up to go back to work.
Then lightheadedness kicks in, she overbalances too much to one side, and into the fountain she goes, cut off before she can finish shouting.
Thus, she is wet and disheveled and heavy-eyed by the time she does get back to work. Late. Again. And at last, obviously not feeling well after all.]
[[ooc: I do not mind timeline-breaking this or that in here! There are lots of places to cook up shenanigans or have a chat.]]
She's hard on herself about it all morning long, working on her projects with hardly a word to anyone else, because things like that are unacceptable. Especially when she's in this kind of mood. When it comes around to lunch time she stalks out of the smithy, bag in hand, sore on top of being frustrated with herself.
Usually she sits on the bench outside the building if it's a nice day; this time her feet take her all the way to the plaza, to sit by the fountain and break the bread of her sandwich bun into little pieces for the local birds. She's just not hungry. They are, so why not share? A small cluster of them shares her bench with her until or unless someone walks by to disturb them.
For a while, she sits there and stares at nothing. Lately everyone is whispering about that going-home stuff. And while she misses home...is Luceti really so terrible? It's like a bigger, weirder Sharance sometimes. Thinking about this too much is giving her a headache, though, so she rubs her temples with a low irate sound and gets up to go back to work.
Then lightheadedness kicks in, she overbalances too much to one side, and into the fountain she goes, cut off before she can finish shouting.
Thus, she is wet and disheveled and heavy-eyed by the time she does get back to work. Late. Again. And at last, obviously not feeling well after all.]
[[ooc: I do not mind timeline-breaking this or that in here! There are lots of places to cook up shenanigans or have a chat.]]
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...He's still holding onto her sleeve, though- even if he can feel water start to seep through his glove as a result.]
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You can let go. I'm coming.
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But you better keep coming.]
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So she does. +1 to initiative. In the process she gets another dizzy spell and knocks over a small standing rack.]
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I'm not sure if I should keep quiet because I'd do the same thing or say something because someone would make me rest anyway. [Raven. You're sick.]
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Meanwhile she'll clean up this mess with frustrated shaky hands.]
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[Ought to know by now how fruitless it is to argue with Silver.]
I just have to be there.
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But she really does feel awful.]
Going to the shop is all I can do.
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I guess...I'll go home.
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...Wait.] Do you live with anyone?
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Oh. Well yeah, that's pretty simple.]
If you're gonna be alone, maybe you should spend the night at our place instead.
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...Of course, I'm sure Ingo and Emmet would be fine with you staying with them for a little while if our house is too busy for you.
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He turns his back to her, then tries to pull her arms around his neck before arcing forward.]
Hop on. It's this or I fly you.
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