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Sephanir’s words were acknowledged with a quick nod as Cisa lost herself in her work. She went on to spend the majority of the evening after dinner addressing the leaks. She collected a number of buckets, moving barrels and boxes alike to reach the bare ground. She attempted to mop up the water, placing her buckets once the ground was clear. Before the end, the room had been nearly torn apart in her attempt to identify the whole problem. Though it was a temporary solution, she hoped her half-measures would at least hold until Sephanir had a plan.
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During the week leading to the Water Wizard’s arrival, Cisa dedicated her time to the storeroom. She decided to begin by organizing the stores, identifying the items in each container before stacking them safety away from the leaks. Every now and then, she dumped the buckets of water to keep them from overflowing. It was tiring work, but the good sort. It reminded her of her time working in her father’s forge. She pushed herself hard to keep up with the work, but did so happily. She preferred the hard day’s work to the mundane cleaning she’d been doing most days.
Her only time away from the room was during meals and sleep. She’d found a number of new ingredients among the boxes and with them a new confidence to experiment. Though with her attention focused on the storeroom, she had little time to do more than add the new ingredients to her existing understanding of cooking.
Scalesworth reappeared from time to time, slithering through the kitchen and storeroom. The first incident had been unnerving. He slipped by her feet in the kitchen causing her to jump and nearly dropped the dish of bread dough she’d been carrying. She glared down and grumbled, “I agreed to leave you be. The least you could do is be elsewhere.” He didn’t respond or even acknowledge her presence; he only continued on with whatever errand he’d arranged for himself. She really hated that snake.
The only breaks in her day were her meals with Sephanir. Their conversations were minimal. Cisa felt too worn out for more than the a few questions and Sephanir was being himself. Truthfully, she didn’t mind the silence. It was companionable, comfortable, unlike the silence she’d felt during her first weeks in his service. As though both of them were enjoying the other’s presence. Cisa feared she knew Sephanir too well to really believe such a thing, but it did not change the fact that she enjoyed her time in his study. Her eyes would wander around the room, taking in the latest oddities or examining the map hanging on the wall. She felt little fear in his presence. It was difficult to believe she ever had.
This day she was once again working in the storeroom. She’d almost finished identifying and organizing the contents of the room. She hummed as usual, the sound of the dripping water long since turned into white noise. The musty odor of dirt and water had dulled as well. She reached up and wiped sweat from her brown with the back of her arm. A barrel stood next to her newly created meat section, containing what looked to her like dried venison. She leaned back on the barrel a moment, taking a quick breather. Knowing all the food that was stored down below made planning future meals easier. She glanced toward the buckets, half-filled again with water after less than an hour. She would need to make another run before long. That Wizard needed to hurry it up.
As though summoned by thoughts, Cisa became aware of Sephanir’s voice in the room, distant but present. He was speaking with another, male from the sound of the voice. It had to be the Water Wizard. Sephanir certainly hadn’t been expecting anyone else. And gods knew no one had yet made a spontaneous trip to see him.
She stood up off the barrel, dusting her clothing off. Her shawl was tied to her waist, the heat from her work making it too hot to wear. She’d tied her hair up as well, though several strands had fallen out and stuck to her neck and cheeks.
A portal appeared on one of the walls and after a man stepped out. Or stumbled, she wasn’t sure which. His appearance was not what she’d expected. He was…a handsome man. Not tall, but muscular beyond a doubt. The blue robes he wore left his arms and chest exposed. Bright blue eyes drew her to his face, where she noticed for the first time that he was soaked though. Remembering Cromdali’s entrance, she could only guess that this Wizard also carried his element with him wherever he went. It was then that she realized she’d been staring. Her eyes moved away for a moment, collecting her thoughts.
She walked forward, smiling pleasantly as she greeted him. “You must be the Water Wizard. It’s good to meet you. My name is Cisa.”
-
During the week leading to the Water Wizard’s arrival, Cisa dedicated her time to the storeroom. She decided to begin by organizing the stores, identifying the items in each container before stacking them safety away from the leaks. Every now and then, she dumped the buckets of water to keep them from overflowing. It was tiring work, but the good sort. It reminded her of her time working in her father’s forge. She pushed herself hard to keep up with the work, but did so happily. She preferred the hard day’s work to the mundane cleaning she’d been doing most days.
Her only time away from the room was during meals and sleep. She’d found a number of new ingredients among the boxes and with them a new confidence to experiment. Though with her attention focused on the storeroom, she had little time to do more than add the new ingredients to her existing understanding of cooking.
Scalesworth reappeared from time to time, slithering through the kitchen and storeroom. The first incident had been unnerving. He slipped by her feet in the kitchen causing her to jump and nearly dropped the dish of bread dough she’d been carrying. She glared down and grumbled, “I agreed to leave you be. The least you could do is be elsewhere.” He didn’t respond or even acknowledge her presence; he only continued on with whatever errand he’d arranged for himself. She really hated that snake.
The only breaks in her day were her meals with Sephanir. Their conversations were minimal. Cisa felt too worn out for more than the a few questions and Sephanir was being himself. Truthfully, she didn’t mind the silence. It was companionable, comfortable, unlike the silence she’d felt during her first weeks in his service. As though both of them were enjoying the other’s presence. Cisa feared she knew Sephanir too well to really believe such a thing, but it did not change the fact that she enjoyed her time in his study. Her eyes would wander around the room, taking in the latest oddities or examining the map hanging on the wall. She felt little fear in his presence. It was difficult to believe she ever had.
This day she was once again working in the storeroom. She’d almost finished identifying and organizing the contents of the room. She hummed as usual, the sound of the dripping water long since turned into white noise. The musty odor of dirt and water had dulled as well. She reached up and wiped sweat from her brown with the back of her arm. A barrel stood next to her newly created meat section, containing what looked to her like dried venison. She leaned back on the barrel a moment, taking a quick breather. Knowing all the food that was stored down below made planning future meals easier. She glanced toward the buckets, half-filled again with water after less than an hour. She would need to make another run before long. That Wizard needed to hurry it up.
As though summoned by thoughts, Cisa became aware of Sephanir’s voice in the room, distant but present. He was speaking with another, male from the sound of the voice. It had to be the Water Wizard. Sephanir certainly hadn’t been expecting anyone else. And gods knew no one had yet made a spontaneous trip to see him.
She stood up off the barrel, dusting her clothing off. Her shawl was tied to her waist, the heat from her work making it too hot to wear. She’d tied her hair up as well, though several strands had fallen out and stuck to her neck and cheeks.
A portal appeared on one of the walls and after a man stepped out. Or stumbled, she wasn’t sure which. His appearance was not what she’d expected. He was…a handsome man. Not tall, but muscular beyond a doubt. The blue robes he wore left his arms and chest exposed. Bright blue eyes drew her to his face, where she noticed for the first time that he was soaked though. Remembering Cromdali’s entrance, she could only guess that this Wizard also carried his element with him wherever he went. It was then that she realized she’d been staring. Her eyes moved away for a moment, collecting her thoughts.
She walked forward, smiling pleasantly as she greeted him. “You must be the Water Wizard. It’s good to meet you. My name is Cisa.”