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It's not long before there's a calm, dark shadow nearby. A woman with seeds and flowers gathered in a basket and green-over-gold eyes. "Lady...if I may...might I beg the use of your table?" she asked quietly, glancing around at the other already occupied spaces.

April glances up and smiles, her eyes a little glazed from hours of typing. "Oh, yeah, no problem!" she says, moving the notebooks she's not using at the moment onto the floor under her chair.

"Thank you, Lady" she replied graciously, sliding into a seat and tucking her skirt around her legs.

"I do not mean to intrude, but it is perhaps best I am in the common room today" this of course spoken as she unpacket her herbs carefully and fshed out the mortar and pestle from the very bottom of the basket.

"Oh, you're not intruding." April grinned. "I'm just... well. Trying to transfer my manuscript onto the computer, so I can edit it and give it to my friend..." she shakes her head. "Anyway, I've been at it for hours, I could use a break." She closes the laptop as she says this.

"Oh, and I'm April, by the way. Um. Instead of 'Lady'."

"Lady April" she ammended gently, flashing a smile as she glanced up from a handful of nettles and another odd shaped leaf.

"You are a loremistress then?"

April blushed a little at the 'Lady' bit, but decided not to argue it.

"Am I a wha-- oh! Um... yeah, I guess." she shrugged. "I mean, I'm a writer. I scribble out whatever strikes my fancy." she grinned and patted her notebook fondly. "This is my baby, though. First novel-length story I've finished. I want to try to get it published... we'll see how it goes." she made a face. "I mean, because I have to get my friend Mark to publish it for me. I can't leave."

Although she did glance over at the door that had appeared recently in the wall... she wasn't sure what to do with it.

"I knew many Dames who were fair proud of their written works at the Abbey. I wish you well in that, as all tales should be told to someone..."

She reached out a slim, pale hand to pat April's gently "I to will not leave here...but I think for different raesons Lady April. I am fair sorry"

April shrugged a little but smiled wryly. "Well, it was my own fault, so... I guess this is better than hell?"

She glanced at the herbs and things. "So, what do you do with all those plants?"

"Is hell an afterlife or a place akin to this one?" she asked curiously. There were many gods and practices where she was from...

Then she smiled softly, grinding the first handful of leaves "This will be a tea for a dear friend. It will keep her strong through her childbearing...I will be making many such for her I believe" it was why she was down in the common room, to catch Svava.

"It's an afterlife. The bad one, with eternal torment and flames and such. Where people who commit suicide are said to go, actually." April gives a grim smile and shrugs. "Whatever. This is better."

The she brightens up. "Your friend's having a baby?" she asks curiously.

It isn't totally obvious that she wants to be a mother someday, what?

...and ignore the tense change, dammit.

"It seems a fair terrible place, Lady April. It seems strange that any would choose to go there..." she shook her head softly, long hair sliding like silk across her archaic blouse.

"But yes, she is. She has yet to come to me for advice, but I believe it is something of a suprise for her" she chuckled easily "Thank Gunnora I can smell it on her"

April's eyebrows shot up. "You can... smell it?" she asks, confused.

This was a new concept to her... smelling pregnancy.

She chuckled and reached up to tap her own nose "It was a supris eto me as well, Lady...but yes. I had thought my nose was only sensitive upon the full moons...but it seems even so it is sensitive enough"

She's...not as afraid as she once was, that people know her for a shifter. It comes of not being hunted since her arrival.