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Amy ([personal profile] kitchen_maid) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2007-09-24 08:24 pm
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Amy spent most of the morning in a Meeting. Not a Council Meeting -- that would have taken all morning and all afternoon and all evening and possibly all of tomorrow morning as well. This was a smaller, more selective Meeting Of Only Those People Who Might Actually Contribute Useful Ideas, and (subsequently) Things Got Discussed Rationally.

But since then, an awful lot of other people (most of whom have not had useful ideas) have dropped by the Queen's Study to comment, complain, lament, wail, bemoan, or otherwise react to the Situation in not-terribly-helpful ways. And so Amy has come to Milliways, for a break and a place to focus.

She comes in this evening, still dressed up from her meeting this morning, frowning hard at a Report, a four-foot roll of parchment covered in the small precise hand of her husband's clerk.

She doesn't look happy, and it would be fair to say she's not exactly paying strict attention to where she's going.

[identity profile] spins-magic.livejournal.com 2007-09-25 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Sandry settles in her chair, sitting very properly. Though she does sneak one hand up to attempt to tug her veil back into place. The things are forever trying to slide out of her hair.

"I'd wager not even the mages at Lightsbridge could make tea out of thin air," she says with a grin.

Lightsbridge mages, from what she has heard, tend to be of the snobbish variety.

[identity profile] spins-magic.livejournal.com 2007-09-25 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Sandry grins and nods.

She gives her veil one final adjustment--it feels more secure now, though it's now pouffing a bit oddly on the top of her head.

"That's what people say. Of course, Winding Circle is convinced that its mages are the best."

Sandry likes Winding Circle; out of loyalty she'll vote for them in the magical rivalry department.

[identity profile] spins-magic.livejournal.com 2007-09-25 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Looking a bit self-conscious, Sandry feels the top of her head. Grimacing, she tugs the bothersome veil out of her hair entirely.

"I can never get them to stay on right," she says, a bit exasperated.