Piper had been out and about for most of the afternoon following her little epiphany at the family planning clinic. She'd spent all of ten minutes scribbling her notice on around twenty different pieces of paper, all of varying size, and had dragged herself around the city to pin them up on the various noticeboards, wondering if anyone would even notice them there between the exuberant posters for Beltane.
Back at the Red Dragon, and she found herself pacing backward and forward impatiently, her mood swinging wildly between hope, disbelief, and utter embarrassment at what she'd done. Hope that any moment now a perfectly eligible man with no expectations whatsoever would knock on her door and offer to be nothing more than a name to herself and her unborn child. Disbelief that anyone would even glance at the little notices, much less take them seriously. And embarrassment that she'd lost so much of her self-respect to be soliciting for a man to give her his name and nothing else.
Forcing herself to stop, she thumped down on the bed, staring at the door. Someone, anyone, please, she kept repeating to herself, the focus of her gaze suggesting that somehow she could will the perfect man into existence just for this task alone.
Come on, she wasn't asking for someone to be faithful to her. She wasn't even asking him to live with her. The offer must appeal to somebody out there, surely. Hopefully not somebody old or evil or particularly monstrous-looking, but frankly right now, she'd marry an orc. It was a fix-it solution, and not a good one, but it was the one she was going with.
So now ....all she could do was wait, and watch that door, hoping for Mr Right Now to make his appearance.
Back at the Red Dragon, and she found herself pacing backward and forward impatiently, her mood swinging wildly between hope, disbelief, and utter embarrassment at what she'd done. Hope that any moment now a perfectly eligible man with no expectations whatsoever would knock on her door and offer to be nothing more than a name to herself and her unborn child. Disbelief that anyone would even glance at the little notices, much less take them seriously. And embarrassment that she'd lost so much of her self-respect to be soliciting for a man to give her his name and nothing else.
Forcing herself to stop, she thumped down on the bed, staring at the door. Someone, anyone, please, she kept repeating to herself, the focus of her gaze suggesting that somehow she could will the perfect man into existence just for this task alone.
Come on, she wasn't asking for someone to be faithful to her. She wasn't even asking him to live with her. The offer must appeal to somebody out there, surely. Hopefully not somebody old or evil or particularly monstrous-looking, but frankly right now, she'd marry an orc. It was a fix-it solution, and not a good one, but it was the one she was going with.
So now ....all she could do was wait, and watch that door, hoping for Mr Right Now to make his appearance.