08-02-2024, 02:02 AM
YOU WANT ME ON MY KNEES TO PRAY
Myranda rarely had a true 'day off'. The borzoi had assumed the position of 'master adventurer' for the meantime, ensuring the marketplace ran well and that the general populace of Fort Crom was fed and healthy as they possibly could be until the new Lady found herself an actual master adventurer that would inevitably take over the duties.
Even now, as she sipped her peppermint tea at a table beneath a veranda in the Gated Gardens, she sifted through a logbook of all the merchants who had come and gone between the late hour of 8pm and early hour of 8am respectively last night. Names, wares, how much coin they came with and how much they left with and how much the City taxed in return for using the Marketplace as a place to sell their wares in the first place.
Her gaze flicked up at the sound of quiet, barely-there paw steps and the tell-tale creak of the iron gate swinging open. Who could possibly be coming into the Gardens at this early hour?
@teef
Even now, as she sipped her peppermint tea at a table beneath a veranda in the Gated Gardens, she sifted through a logbook of all the merchants who had come and gone between the late hour of 8pm and early hour of 8am respectively last night. Names, wares, how much coin they came with and how much they left with and how much the City taxed in return for using the Marketplace as a place to sell their wares in the first place.
Her gaze flicked up at the sound of quiet, barely-there paw steps and the tell-tale creak of the iron gate swinging open. Who could possibly be coming into the Gardens at this early hour?
@teef
OR PLAY SOME OTHER PLEASING ROLE
you want me to transgress ———
[ when I'm in my sunday best ]
[ when I'm in my sunday best ]
MYRANDA REDGRAVE — THE HORDE — TAGS