The girl who dropped in on the governor's office that day did not enter through the main doors. If Mr. Simon had himself a secretary, he or she was likely to be very nonplussed by the situation when made aware of it. How exactly this particular visitor got herself in there was likely to remain a mystery. Unless, y'know, someone bothered to ask her. For the sake of satisfying inquiring minds, Ehz had crawled out of a filing cabinet drawer.
Governor Simon's first mistake was simply, and kindly, inviting her to drop by for a visit. This was probably his biggest mistake too. His second mistake was not instructing dear Ehz to make an appointment. She had none, which would explain why any existing secretary was likely to be baffled.
Why was this situation destined to be a mistake of all time? Good question.
Ehzoterik VonArcanum Tempestas was not an imposing figure. In fact, she was only five feet tall and one hundred pounds of short and petite adorability. Her exact age has remained in question for years. At first glance, her boyish face with its high cheek bones was likely to make people guess her in at about fourteen or sixteen years. Asking her exactly how old she was often gave the inquirer a headache. Given her personality, it's safe to assume her a child.
She dressed in garb that never fit the environment nor society she ever intermingled with. On this eventful day in history, having crawled out of a filing cabinet, the girl was wearing a motley of things that didn't at all belong together. For a shirt she was wearing a gracious silk jacket, the color purple, with a mandarin collar and scalloped cuff slits. Below the waist she was wearing denim jean shorts and a pair of knee high black leather boots that laced up. On top of all that she was wearing a bright red skullcap and an eye patch. Apparently she couldn't decide which culture she wanted to represent this day.
Ehz wore her hair short, brown and cropped in a boy cut. Her eyes were bright and gray. She always smiled, even today. There was little of anything, next to nothing, that could ever wipe that big toothy and childishly happy grin off her so young face.
Once she was out of the filing cabinet, she took a look around. "Hm," she said to herself — clearly also the sort not to be ashamed of having conversations with herself. "Kinda smallish. Ultra bland. Not at all what I expected." Looking at the governor's desk, she added, "Needs a snow globe."
With a firm nod, she turned back to the filing cabinet, reached way far back into the drawer she had contortioned herself out of, and hauled out a wicker basket. Easter may have come and gone, but this fact did not sway her from decorating the basket in tasty chocolate goodness of all variety. Jelly beans and Cadbury eggs, and two chocolate rabbits sitting together in the fake plastic grass. One rabbit was white and the other was brown. This basket she thumped on the governor's desk and then proceeded to wait for him to arrive.
The trouble with Ehz is that waiting is not something she does idly. No, chances were 99.9% certain that by the time Mr. Simon got there the entire office would be a disaster zone. There were, after all, so many curious things to poke her nose into and toss all over the floor.
Governor Simon's first mistake was simply, and kindly, inviting her to drop by for a visit. This was probably his biggest mistake too. His second mistake was not instructing dear Ehz to make an appointment. She had none, which would explain why any existing secretary was likely to be baffled.
Why was this situation destined to be a mistake of all time? Good question.
Ehzoterik VonArcanum Tempestas was not an imposing figure. In fact, she was only five feet tall and one hundred pounds of short and petite adorability. Her exact age has remained in question for years. At first glance, her boyish face with its high cheek bones was likely to make people guess her in at about fourteen or sixteen years. Asking her exactly how old she was often gave the inquirer a headache. Given her personality, it's safe to assume her a child.
She dressed in garb that never fit the environment nor society she ever intermingled with. On this eventful day in history, having crawled out of a filing cabinet, the girl was wearing a motley of things that didn't at all belong together. For a shirt she was wearing a gracious silk jacket, the color purple, with a mandarin collar and scalloped cuff slits. Below the waist she was wearing denim jean shorts and a pair of knee high black leather boots that laced up. On top of all that she was wearing a bright red skullcap and an eye patch. Apparently she couldn't decide which culture she wanted to represent this day.
Ehz wore her hair short, brown and cropped in a boy cut. Her eyes were bright and gray. She always smiled, even today. There was little of anything, next to nothing, that could ever wipe that big toothy and childishly happy grin off her so young face.
Once she was out of the filing cabinet, she took a look around. "Hm," she said to herself — clearly also the sort not to be ashamed of having conversations with herself. "Kinda smallish. Ultra bland. Not at all what I expected." Looking at the governor's desk, she added, "Needs a snow globe."
With a firm nod, she turned back to the filing cabinet, reached way far back into the drawer she had contortioned herself out of, and hauled out a wicker basket. Easter may have come and gone, but this fact did not sway her from decorating the basket in tasty chocolate goodness of all variety. Jelly beans and Cadbury eggs, and two chocolate rabbits sitting together in the fake plastic grass. One rabbit was white and the other was brown. This basket she thumped on the governor's desk and then proceeded to wait for him to arrive.
The trouble with Ehz is that waiting is not something she does idly. No, chances were 99.9% certain that by the time Mr. Simon got there the entire office would be a disaster zone. There were, after all, so many curious things to poke her nose into and toss all over the floor.