Fiona worked from a modest office on the ground floor of Eternal House. Over the past year, it had become her main workplace.
She had started her tenure at Bristle Crios several years ago in Demon House, acting as an advisor for the House and helping to take care of the general upkeep of the grounds. Once she married, she moved her permanent residence to Eternal House to be with her husband, who served as an advisor for Eternal House. She maintained her own role as an advisor for Demon House, as well as her old room and office there, though both were mostly used as storage now.
Seated in an executive chair behind a large desk in the middle of the room, she was in the habit of facing the door, which was cracked open about a hand's width. Preferring to keep her door open, she liked to instill the sense that she was happy to accept visitors and guests.
The sunlight shone through the translucent curtains on the windows behind her; it carried the rays through her hair, giving light strawberry blonde undertones to the normally deep red strands. With the light to her back, the shade provided by her form gave a darker hue to her muted blue gray top. The paperwork on the desk in front of her was also in her shadow. As a result, although the room was light and airy, but it seemed the space around her had become dark.
She stared at the documents, appearing to be reading intently, deep in thought, but her thoughts were far from the papers in front of her.
Seeking guidance, she had just returned from church. A small silver cross was suspended on a thin chain around her neck. She had been unconsciously playing with it, rubbing each of its individual arms between her thumb and forefinger.
She had started her tenure at Bristle Crios several years ago in Demon House, acting as an advisor for the House and helping to take care of the general upkeep of the grounds. Once she married, she moved her permanent residence to Eternal House to be with her husband, who served as an advisor for Eternal House. She maintained her own role as an advisor for Demon House, as well as her old room and office there, though both were mostly used as storage now.
Seated in an executive chair behind a large desk in the middle of the room, she was in the habit of facing the door, which was cracked open about a hand's width. Preferring to keep her door open, she liked to instill the sense that she was happy to accept visitors and guests.
The sunlight shone through the translucent curtains on the windows behind her; it carried the rays through her hair, giving light strawberry blonde undertones to the normally deep red strands. With the light to her back, the shade provided by her form gave a darker hue to her muted blue gray top. The paperwork on the desk in front of her was also in her shadow. As a result, although the room was light and airy, but it seemed the space around her had become dark.
She stared at the documents, appearing to be reading intently, deep in thought, but her thoughts were far from the papers in front of her.
Seeking guidance, she had just returned from church. A small silver cross was suspended on a thin chain around her neck. She had been unconsciously playing with it, rubbing each of its individual arms between her thumb and forefinger.