#tyraia

[timesprosecutor]

Sketches of a couple trolls

[housetyrellian]

Work

... hardtack, two-hundred pounds to the order of Dawnhallow platoon, Dawnhallow garrison. Authorization: Jaira Dawnstrider. Signed, rolled, sealed. The order was ready for the quartermaster.

Jaira stretched her arms over her head with a long, un-ladylike groan that she would not be caught dead uttering outside the confines of her chambers. Her arms, shoulders, and back ached immensely, and she was beginning to lose feeling in her legs; she had told herself she would pause her work to take a short walk after she finished writing one more report.

That was six hours ago, she thought wryly, setting the latest bit of paperwork on the one of the several stacks of such she had filed in that time. Perhaps workaholism is not such a ludicrous notion, after all.”

She must have voiced that last thought aloud, as an equally weary voice answered. “Begging y’pardon milady, but I tell y’that on th’regular.”

Jaira could not help wincing at Tyraia’s slurring Marcher brogue. She had drilled proper Silvermoon Thalassian into her many times before, and she could speak it flawlessly when she tried - but when Jaira did not have company to impress, her maid elected to exercise the leeway one must give to their most loyal and trusted of servants. Instead of a futile rebuke, Jaira changes the subject. “Has Lieutenant Quickbeam retired, Tyraia?”

“Aye, milady, some hours ago. Anora has th’watch.”

“No use asking for news, then,” Jaira said irritably. There was little need for a guard of professional soldiers in Silvermoon; she retained Quickbeam and a cornet, but the rest she “donated” to the Sable Vanguard’s heavy cavalry squadron. It did not usually cause her any trouble, but in this case it was inconvenient; Quickbeam typically relayed any briefings Jaira needed.

“Want me t’wake her, m’lady?”

“That is quite alright; if it were urgent, she would not have slept on it. Do you have the time?”

Tyraia checked her pocketwatch; Jaira did not keep a clock in her office, to prevent the ticking and passing of time from distracting her from her work.

“Four in the morning, m’lady.”

“There is little point to attempting to sleep, then.” I’ll take a short nap before resuming work. Perhaps another before lunch.

Reading her thoughts - or perhaps just all-too-used to her lady’s “work ethic,” - Tyraia frowned, but did not bother arguing. As well argue with a brick wall as try to budge Jaira to take a break before she is content with her work done. “To th’training yard, then?”

Jaira simply nods, suppressing a wince as her stiff muscles protest her standing from her desk. But I’ll be damned if I give her the satisfaction of being right about how I push myself.

Two hours later of hard exercise and rigorous training with blade and spell later, exhausted from physical exertion on top of sleep deprivation and aching in every muscle and a layer of bruises, she was back at her desk, quill in hand. Grain, twenty-thousand pounds to the order of Heavy Squadron, Dawnhallow garrison. Lances, fifty to the order of Heavy Squadron, Dawnhallow garrison...

[frosted-confusion]

Tell Me back

If you snuck into my room I would:

[ x ] Go back to sleep [ ] Kick you out[ x ] Cuddle with you [ x ] Be like “How in the world?”[ ] Let you sleep on the floor [ ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[ x  ] Kiss or hug you back [ ] Smile and laugh[ ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable [ ] Push you away[ x  ] Be shocked [ ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[ ] No [ ] Yes [ x ] Most certainly not.(Still doesnt understand troll society being the hermit he is) [ ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[ ] Cute [ ] Adorable [ x ] Attractive [ x ] Beautiful[ ] Okay [ ] Ugly [ ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[ ] Stranger [ ] Acquaintance [ x ] Ally[ x ] Friend [ ] Love [ ] Rival [ ] Enemy

I find you to be:

[ ] Pathetic [ ] Off no consequence [ ] Intriguing [ ] Frightening [ ] Unsettling [ ] Annoying [ ] Infuriating [ x ] Pleasant company [ x ] Comforting [ ] Unable to be lived without [ x ] Trustworthy