[ in all her years serving thoth, amisi has never seen this house so full. miesha has been dispatched to the market, because how can the scant holdings of their kitchen provide enough for a slew of gods and minders?
and in between all her fretting--for it is so much easier to fret about making their guests welcome than it is about what is happening to her diety--she ventures into the library with fresh cups of tea. the cooled cup is removed from his hands, a hot one slipped into place. it is a flawlessly excuted manuever, one that she has perfected in her years as apprentice. it shouldn't disturb.
except... ]
Is there anything more I can do?
[ her tone is fervant, fraught with worry. she knows all of these tomes by heart, courtesy of the gift he'd seen fit to give her. but still, there must be more for her. if there is something left unread, then she should be doing that, shouldn't she? ]
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and in between all her fretting--for it is so much easier to fret about making their guests welcome than it is about what is happening to her diety--she ventures into the library with fresh cups of tea. the cooled cup is removed from his hands, a hot one slipped into place. it is a flawlessly excuted manuever, one that she has perfected in her years as apprentice. it shouldn't disturb.
except... ]
Is there anything more I can do?
[ her tone is fervant, fraught with worry. she knows all of these tomes by heart, courtesy of the gift he'd seen fit to give her. but still, there must be more for her. if there is something left unread, then she should be doing that, shouldn't she? ]