She slept, soundly, happy to be home to the library after having been out on the road, out to find specific herbs to dry and draw into her herbology properly. After all Ophelia had never been one to do anything half-way. She could have drawn her own illustrations into her book from the other books in the library, Luce had made sure she had what she needed for this one, after all.
But no, Ophelia needed to go out and find the plants herself, dry them meticulously between protective bits of parchment, tucked into another book, said book carefully wrapped in a shawl of woven wool, tucked into the leather bag she had carried at her side. It had been a good trip, three days outside the city on her own, without someone there to keep an eye on her. It felt good to do things without overwatch, but, she knew it was for her own good. She'd been taken advantage of on the road before, lost all her money, and had her ribbons taken. She could bare all of it, but the loss of her ribbons, two of them had been woven especially for her, and she had cried at the loss.
Now that she was home, now she could go back to not having to trust people, all the more trusting she was, she didn't like to have to be wary of those around her. And that was apparent, as she drooled onto the blotter on her desk, ink staining her cheek and nose from where she had not made it back to her bed the night before, instead, a quill in hand, she had used a pile of parchment as her pillow. She'd be embarrassed if anyone but Luce found her, those who knew knew it wasn't the first time he would have found her like that, nor would it be the last, and thankfully for her, it would probably be him that found her there today, like any other. And when the door opened, she jped in her seat a little, eyes blinking rapidly to the sudden light being let in, and the price of parchment that was stuck to her cheek, before her wits found her and she went to yank the paper away and tuck it back into a pile to hide it.
[color=#e82a1f]"Hello?"[/color]
But no, Ophelia needed to go out and find the plants herself, dry them meticulously between protective bits of parchment, tucked into another book, said book carefully wrapped in a shawl of woven wool, tucked into the leather bag she had carried at her side. It had been a good trip, three days outside the city on her own, without someone there to keep an eye on her. It felt good to do things without overwatch, but, she knew it was for her own good. She'd been taken advantage of on the road before, lost all her money, and had her ribbons taken. She could bare all of it, but the loss of her ribbons, two of them had been woven especially for her, and she had cried at the loss.
Now that she was home, now she could go back to not having to trust people, all the more trusting she was, she didn't like to have to be wary of those around her. And that was apparent, as she drooled onto the blotter on her desk, ink staining her cheek and nose from where she had not made it back to her bed the night before, instead, a quill in hand, she had used a pile of parchment as her pillow. She'd be embarrassed if anyone but Luce found her, those who knew knew it wasn't the first time he would have found her like that, nor would it be the last, and thankfully for her, it would probably be him that found her there today, like any other. And when the door opened, she jped in her seat a little, eyes blinking rapidly to the sudden light being let in, and the price of parchment that was stuck to her cheek, before her wits found her and she went to yank the paper away and tuck it back into a pile to hide it.
[color=#e82a1f]"Hello?"[/color]
01-22-2024, 05:56 PM
