#alegra terrel

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suddenly Im really stoked to work on this next chapter, and it sounded sort of hokey in conception, but I like the concept now.

My female protagonist feels displaced in her living conditions, they’re too extravagant for someone of her background (she’s the coroner beetehwai). The master of this estate has returned from this undisclosed mission, and as a celebration a few friends to the family are invited for a family event. And so is her. Under the guise there will be discussion of her future occupation.

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But like its established, she has a lot of misgivings about this level of grandeur,and this formal event. It’s not like she’s forced to attend, but she knows it would be rude. So she’s gonna get decked out in a nice dress and makeup and be all prim and proper. And it’s so weird to work on a chapter like this, given how grim and gorey the others have been. Stuff like this is hella fun, it changes the pace.

And now I’m gonna go work on it. 

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Official Post from Tempus Willow: 01 An Occupation 2.0 29 _ 2.0There came no dreams throughout the duration of dark, no sound penetrates the stifling embrace of the null. The mind would panic in this confining environment, but the will is gone to seclusion and bides time to heal. It’s as close to brain death that the mind can come

In one of the corridors, a door opened and out stepped a man she believed was familiar but wasn’t certain of the name. Alegra’s heart clenched instantly.

“Miss Terrel,” he greeted. “We heard that you were feeling better. Are you looking for anything specific?”

“Not really,” she replied. She was fatigued from wandering around, and going without breakfast (without any food for that matter). “I was looking for the kitchen.”

“The ground floor,” he supplied, and turned away. “I can take you there if you wish.”

After requesting his name, the servant gave Wafiq. He inquired to Alegra’s health, how she was enjoying herself, and if she saw anyone else.

“No. Uh… I saw one of the kids. A boy.” She pondered on that. Should she utter about the scream? But before she could dwell further on this, Wafiq resumed:

“The children have taken some time to play. They can get quite rowdy, I hope they haven’t caused you any trouble.”

“No. They’re out of sight and out of mind.” That seemed to please Wafiq; he smirked her way and continued. “I didn’t go into any of the rooms.”

“Oh? No one forbade that, did they? No room is off-limits unless it is locked, which in itself is self-explanatory. Curiosity is not prohibited.” They descended a winding staircase with windows descending on one side, revealing the sun splashed canopy clustered of the homes back lawn. “Of the upper floors, I would take care not to try doors, as those are private quarters for guests and residents. The ground floor is primarily entertainment and enrichment.”