Econ-Omni Apartments
June 20th, 12:09 AM RST
Carley was quick on her feet after she left the Red Dragon Inn. Tired or no, there was no reason for her to dawdle about in WestEnd at night. She wasn't quite certain if the area lacked the safety of the rest of the city still, or if that too had changed in her absence, but habit was habit, after all. Having been quick, it didn't take terribly much time for the little elf to arrive at her humble home at the Econ-Omni Apartments.
Not as tidy as it had been, with unopened boxes set around here and there, it didn't look as homey as it once did. She had taken the time to unpack clothing, assorted necessities, her violin, and some Crimson Flash figurines to set around to 'spruce things up', but it didn't feel right to her, somehow, to unpack everything. When the Luinista was repaired and her business running again, even if it was stationed in Rhydin, she'd still be staying in her apartment less. So there was little point in unpacking. Still, perhaps it would make things seem less... lonely, if it actually looked as if someone lived there.
After taking the time to lock her door, secure all deadbolts and chains, and change into comfortable sleepwear, Carley dropped into the chair at her desk with a sigh. Though tired there was still a bit much going on in her mind for her to simply go to sleep just yet. Rather than dwell on the negatives however, she smiled slightly to herself as she replayed the events of the night in her mind. Remembering that Franco informed her she would be receiving the issues of the Gossip Gangstar she missed in her absence, she was quick to pull open the top drawer of her desk. She had received mail earlier in the day, but simply tossed it in there without a second glance.
Pulling out the various envelopes, she started sifting through them excitedly in hopes of having something from the Gossip Den sent her way. None of it seemed terribly important, however. A bill. A notice about the warehouses she was looking to lease. Junk mail from E.R.E.O.C urging her to join with the promise of a free t-shirt. Nothing from those associated with the Gangstar. Before disappointment could settle in, Carley pulled out a particularly fancy yet familiar envelope - a letter from her cousin.
Normally such a sight would have her cringing, but it had been quite some time since she heard from Cythia. Other mail stashed away and deemed worthless, she lifted the envelope to her nose for a sniff before making a face. They usually smelled of whatever potpourri her cousin stuffed in the envelope (for flair) and while it used to smell pleasant, this latest batch was an assault on Carley's nose. "Ugh."
Doing her best to ignore the scent and keep potpourri leaves from spilling out over her desk, the envelope was ripped open at one end so she could slide the letter out. Naturally, it was written on very fine stationary that matched the envelope it came from. Unfolding it, Carley set about reading the flawless, elven handwriting on the page.
Dearest cousin,
I hope life finds you well. As a matter of fact, I hope life finds you period. I have not received word from you in quite some time, Carlisle Qui'Ama, and you know how this worries me so. I mean not to fuss, but with you traveling around as you do and me unable to easily contact you, a letter now and then to let me know you haven't crashed your airship into the ocean would be most appreciated. Now, I shall badger you no further on the issue, assuming you write me back in a timely manner.
Life here is as it usually is, which can be somewhat boring at times. However, Kitty Kat has done a wonderful thing in her latest expedition into the desert. She and her crew managed to find some buried ruins in the desert, which means there's quite the treasure trove to be had. I long to get my hands on it, but alas, the area has not been made public yet. There is certain protocol that we all must respect (a lesson you should learn) for our safety. I would rather wait than leap now, only to leap into the open mouth of a sand wyrm. Especially during breeding season. Kitty Kat says they're coming out in troves.
I admit that I worry for her as I do for you. And just as you do, she dismisses it! You're both alike in many ways, you know. I suppose it's one reason I hold you both as dear as I do.
As I am not sure you will receive this letter, nor when if you do, I will keep it brief. Should you be reading, however, I implore you to write me back, yes? Tell me how things are going in your life. The last I heard you and the captain of your ship were doing well? I hope this is still the case.
With love,
Forcythia
P.S: How do you like this new potpourri I picked up? It's made of Sandblooms.
The letter. It wasn't entirely... right. Sure, Cythia had thrown in her usual taunts and jabs as always, but this letter was so short. Even if she said it was going to be short, it was so unlike Cythia. Perhaps she had gone too far this time in worrying her cousin? She hadn't contacted her for months...
Sighing with a heavy amount of guilt now weighing upon her, Carley slid the letter back into a drawer. She would at least try to contemplate a thoughtful response. Later.
June 20th, 12:09 AM RST
Carley was quick on her feet after she left the Red Dragon Inn. Tired or no, there was no reason for her to dawdle about in WestEnd at night. She wasn't quite certain if the area lacked the safety of the rest of the city still, or if that too had changed in her absence, but habit was habit, after all. Having been quick, it didn't take terribly much time for the little elf to arrive at her humble home at the Econ-Omni Apartments.
Not as tidy as it had been, with unopened boxes set around here and there, it didn't look as homey as it once did. She had taken the time to unpack clothing, assorted necessities, her violin, and some Crimson Flash figurines to set around to 'spruce things up', but it didn't feel right to her, somehow, to unpack everything. When the Luinista was repaired and her business running again, even if it was stationed in Rhydin, she'd still be staying in her apartment less. So there was little point in unpacking. Still, perhaps it would make things seem less... lonely, if it actually looked as if someone lived there.
After taking the time to lock her door, secure all deadbolts and chains, and change into comfortable sleepwear, Carley dropped into the chair at her desk with a sigh. Though tired there was still a bit much going on in her mind for her to simply go to sleep just yet. Rather than dwell on the negatives however, she smiled slightly to herself as she replayed the events of the night in her mind. Remembering that Franco informed her she would be receiving the issues of the Gossip Gangstar she missed in her absence, she was quick to pull open the top drawer of her desk. She had received mail earlier in the day, but simply tossed it in there without a second glance.
Pulling out the various envelopes, she started sifting through them excitedly in hopes of having something from the Gossip Den sent her way. None of it seemed terribly important, however. A bill. A notice about the warehouses she was looking to lease. Junk mail from E.R.E.O.C urging her to join with the promise of a free t-shirt. Nothing from those associated with the Gangstar. Before disappointment could settle in, Carley pulled out a particularly fancy yet familiar envelope - a letter from her cousin.
Normally such a sight would have her cringing, but it had been quite some time since she heard from Cythia. Other mail stashed away and deemed worthless, she lifted the envelope to her nose for a sniff before making a face. They usually smelled of whatever potpourri her cousin stuffed in the envelope (for flair) and while it used to smell pleasant, this latest batch was an assault on Carley's nose. "Ugh."
Doing her best to ignore the scent and keep potpourri leaves from spilling out over her desk, the envelope was ripped open at one end so she could slide the letter out. Naturally, it was written on very fine stationary that matched the envelope it came from. Unfolding it, Carley set about reading the flawless, elven handwriting on the page.
Dearest cousin,
I hope life finds you well. As a matter of fact, I hope life finds you period. I have not received word from you in quite some time, Carlisle Qui'Ama, and you know how this worries me so. I mean not to fuss, but with you traveling around as you do and me unable to easily contact you, a letter now and then to let me know you haven't crashed your airship into the ocean would be most appreciated. Now, I shall badger you no further on the issue, assuming you write me back in a timely manner.
Life here is as it usually is, which can be somewhat boring at times. However, Kitty Kat has done a wonderful thing in her latest expedition into the desert. She and her crew managed to find some buried ruins in the desert, which means there's quite the treasure trove to be had. I long to get my hands on it, but alas, the area has not been made public yet. There is certain protocol that we all must respect (a lesson you should learn) for our safety. I would rather wait than leap now, only to leap into the open mouth of a sand wyrm. Especially during breeding season. Kitty Kat says they're coming out in troves.
I admit that I worry for her as I do for you. And just as you do, she dismisses it! You're both alike in many ways, you know. I suppose it's one reason I hold you both as dear as I do.
As I am not sure you will receive this letter, nor when if you do, I will keep it brief. Should you be reading, however, I implore you to write me back, yes? Tell me how things are going in your life. The last I heard you and the captain of your ship were doing well? I hope this is still the case.
With love,
Forcythia
P.S: How do you like this new potpourri I picked up? It's made of Sandblooms.
The letter. It wasn't entirely... right. Sure, Cythia had thrown in her usual taunts and jabs as always, but this letter was so short. Even if she said it was going to be short, it was so unlike Cythia. Perhaps she had gone too far this time in worrying her cousin? She hadn't contacted her for months...
Sighing with a heavy amount of guilt now weighing upon her, Carley slid the letter back into a drawer. She would at least try to contemplate a thoughtful response. Later.