Allowance on Silent Wing
πππΆπ π»πΆππ½ππ,
ππ π½πΆππΉπ πΆπππ'π πππ πππΎπππΉ ππ ππ ππΆππΉ. π«πππΆππ ππππΉ πππππ. πππππΎππ, πΎπ» πππ'ππ πππΆπΉπΎππ π»πΆππ½ππ'π ππΆπΎπ πΆππΆπΎπ ππΆπΎπΉ ππΆππΉ πΎπ π€π¨, πͺ πΈπ. πΌπ'π πππ π½ππΆππ; ππΆπππ ππ πππΆπ ππΎππ ππ½π ππππ·π·πππ π πππΉππππ πΎπ ππ½π ππππππ πΈπππΈπ ππππ ππ½π π½ππΆπππ½.
Money was the preferable option because she knew her aunties all too well. She trusted them of course, but that also involved trusting in what she knew them to be. Even if it involved a gimmick, mundane or enchanted, those crafty witches would do to near perfection for her. The problem was waiting for such a piece. Where Rin and her father managed their time without a moment to spare her aunties made up their own time. They would throw around idioms like fashionably late and better late than never. After being just before never she would still need to visit a professional to get it affixed. She watched the owl leave with her letter without bothering to reach for it with fingers or words. She would just write up a follow up.
πππΆπ π»πΆππ½ππ,
π«πππΆππ πΈπππππΈπ πΆππππΎππ. π©ππ ππΆππ ππππ ππππππππ πππππ ππ π ππππΎπππ ππππππ ππππΉπ ππππππ½πΎππ πππΉπΆπΈπππΉ. πΌ ππΆππ ππ½π πππππ ππππ. π―π½π π ππππΎπππππ πΎππ ππΎππΉ πππ½ππ ππ ππΎππ πΎπ ππππ. πΌ'ππ ππππ πΆππΉ ππΎππ ππΎππππ ππππΉ ππππ πΆπΉπΏππππππππ ππ ππ ππππΉ π»ππ πΆπππππ ππ πΉπππ πΆπΎπ. π°πππππ πΎπ'π πππΈπ½πΆππππΉ.
Nary a thought was spent on whether or not she finished conveying her request. As far as she was concerned the matter was handled. The Owlery was far too loud to be selfish with one's mind anyway. It felt like the kind of space where you either needed to focus on your post or speak loudly. It wasn't a ruckus space yet all the same the cooing and murmurs were enough to divide her attention. It was the ideal place to work on herself in. She was unsure if loitering was a rule she had to worry about breaking here. She didn't fear related repercussions. Sliding down a wall she folded her legs and stared. And stared. And stared. Blatantly she people watched trying to gauge their emotions as they interacted and saw to their own letters.
ππ π½πΆππΉπ πΆπππ'π πππ πππΎπππΉ ππ ππ ππΆππΉ. π«πππΆππ ππππΉ πππππ. πππππΎππ, πΎπ» πππ'ππ πππΆπΉπΎππ π»πΆππ½ππ'π ππΆπΎπ πΆππΆπΎπ ππΆπΎπΉ ππΆππΉ πΎπ π€π¨, πͺ πΈπ. πΌπ'π πππ π½ππΆππ; ππΆπππ ππ πππΆπ ππΎππ ππ½π ππππ·π·πππ π πππΉππππ πΎπ ππ½π ππππππ πΈπππΈπ ππππ ππ½π π½ππΆπππ½.
Money was the preferable option because she knew her aunties all too well. She trusted them of course, but that also involved trusting in what she knew them to be. Even if it involved a gimmick, mundane or enchanted, those crafty witches would do to near perfection for her. The problem was waiting for such a piece. Where Rin and her father managed their time without a moment to spare her aunties made up their own time. They would throw around idioms like fashionably late and better late than never. After being just before never she would still need to visit a professional to get it affixed. She watched the owl leave with her letter without bothering to reach for it with fingers or words. She would just write up a follow up.
πππΆπ π»πΆππ½ππ,
π«πππΆππ πΈπππππΈπ πΆππππΎππ. π©ππ ππΆππ ππππ ππππππππ πππππ ππ π ππππΎπππ ππππππ ππππΉπ ππππππ½πΎππ πππΉπΆπΈπππΉ. πΌ ππΆππ ππ½π πππππ ππππ. π―π½π π ππππΎπππππ πΎππ ππΎππΉ πππ½ππ ππ ππΎππ πΎπ ππππ. πΌ'ππ ππππ πΆππΉ ππΎππ ππΎππππ ππππΉ ππππ πΆπΉπΏππππππππ ππ ππ ππππΉ π»ππ πΆπππππ ππ πΉπππ πΆπΎπ. π°πππππ πΎπ'π πππΈπ½πΆππππΉ.
Nary a thought was spent on whether or not she finished conveying her request. As far as she was concerned the matter was handled. The Owlery was far too loud to be selfish with one's mind anyway. It felt like the kind of space where you either needed to focus on your post or speak loudly. It wasn't a ruckus space yet all the same the cooing and murmurs were enough to divide her attention. It was the ideal place to work on herself in. She was unsure if loitering was a rule she had to worry about breaking here. She didn't fear related repercussions. Sliding down a wall she folded her legs and stared. And stared. And stared. Blatantly she people watched trying to gauge their emotions as they interacted and saw to their own letters.