Saoire Soiree
20th Trial of Zi'Da, 716th arc
Always there was a period of stagnation in the progress of her mission between leaps of advancement. Linika endured one now, but stoicly. It would not do for her Videnese "superiors" to view her as unappreciative of the latest degree of trust they'd placed in her. She was now a fully accepted fixture in the Viridian Wing of the Academy. It grated on her pride to have to be constantly giving thankful curtsies to the higher members of staff, especially the insufferable eidisi, whenever they passed. But she assuaged this annoyance with the anticipation of their future devastation when she eventually worked her way into the inner circle and had the opportunity to discover the secrets of Yvithia's work, and sabotage it beyond salvage.
With any luck, she'd be "forced" to kill one or two of them along the way...
For now though, a routine had once again been established, and she followed it dutifully. She knew that it was still a form of hazing that she'd been given the weekly task of deliveries and pick-ups on behalf of those possessing material contracts with the Wing. Whether she was picking up raw materials, or delivering refined ones and bringing back any remuneration, it was her job to go out in the heart-stopping cold of Zi'Da in Viden. These natives were at least some degree more accustomed to the frigid temperature of this city. But really, it was alright. In fact, it was to her benefit to have more opportunities to gain more resistance, so she told herself.
Today her destination was the Aranaz Estate, with a few lesser stops along the way. The packet was labelled "BF", and had an odd feel to it, as if it was full of dust, rather than seed stock. Fortune was with her as she realized that whoever had packed the thing had used a 'sail stitch' to close it. Usually they used the slip loop, where the entire binding at the top could be undone with a single, long pull on the right string.
This sail stitch was one of the few she was familiar with, having been one of the skills she'd learned associated with sailing, as she earned her keep on the trip north after her false 'exile' from Augiery. It was not that it going to be easy to undo, but she knew how to replace or repair it. It took a few bits, but she was able to cut the string without leaving evidence of her tampering. She poured a small handful of the contents into her hand, funneled them into one of her ever-present vials, and set to restitching the opened corner.
Only when she was done with this repair did she consider the contents. It was no difficult task to realize that they were frozen Brightfern spores. The 'BF' initials, the pink color, the spore consistency. This actually explained the use of the tighter 'sail stitch'. The tiny Brightfern spores would leak too easily through the looser slip loop stitch. There was no doubt, the Aranaz estate was being given a decent start in Brightfern. It was not a dramatically lucrative venture, but it was a hardy plant, and would bring a good return. Linika smiled at her own small vial of it. With care, she could begin her own garden. Not at this time of arc, of course. She'd need a green house, and a lot more light than Zi'a would provide, to have any hope of success.
With any luck, she'd be "forced" to kill one or two of them along the way...
For now though, a routine had once again been established, and she followed it dutifully. She knew that it was still a form of hazing that she'd been given the weekly task of deliveries and pick-ups on behalf of those possessing material contracts with the Wing. Whether she was picking up raw materials, or delivering refined ones and bringing back any remuneration, it was her job to go out in the heart-stopping cold of Zi'Da in Viden. These natives were at least some degree more accustomed to the frigid temperature of this city. But really, it was alright. In fact, it was to her benefit to have more opportunities to gain more resistance, so she told herself.
Today her destination was the Aranaz Estate, with a few lesser stops along the way. The packet was labelled "BF", and had an odd feel to it, as if it was full of dust, rather than seed stock. Fortune was with her as she realized that whoever had packed the thing had used a 'sail stitch' to close it. Usually they used the slip loop, where the entire binding at the top could be undone with a single, long pull on the right string.
This sail stitch was one of the few she was familiar with, having been one of the skills she'd learned associated with sailing, as she earned her keep on the trip north after her false 'exile' from Augiery. It was not that it going to be easy to undo, but she knew how to replace or repair it. It took a few bits, but she was able to cut the string without leaving evidence of her tampering. She poured a small handful of the contents into her hand, funneled them into one of her ever-present vials, and set to restitching the opened corner.
Only when she was done with this repair did she consider the contents. It was no difficult task to realize that they were frozen Brightfern spores. The 'BF' initials, the pink color, the spore consistency. This actually explained the use of the tighter 'sail stitch'. The tiny Brightfern spores would leak too easily through the looser slip loop stitch. There was no doubt, the Aranaz estate was being given a decent start in Brightfern. It was not a dramatically lucrative venture, but it was a hardy plant, and would bring a good return. Linika smiled at her own small vial of it. With care, she could begin her own garden. Not at this time of arc, of course. She'd need a green house, and a lot more light than Zi'a would provide, to have any hope of success.
OOC
This thread is serving two functions. One is to catch up to Linika's gift exchange thread. While not truly necessary, it would be a nice opportunity to engage in some alchemy; making the 'Frostbite' doses that ended up being her gift for the holiday event. The other purpose is to set up a possible future collaborative scenario that needs to start with her becoming familiar with the grounds of the Aranaz estate.