The exercise:
Write about: a breath of fresh air.
Felt a definite shift today in how I was feeling. Now that I've dealt with my last day with the Town it's like I can finally allow myself to start getting excited about what's coming next. I think I might have been trying to skip that step.
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I think getting excited about the new job is a worthwhile thing! It's new, it's unknown, it's like finding an Ilmatu hiding in a snowdrift underneath your window... :)
A breath of fresh air
The sun was just starting to peek into the windows of the Director's kitchen on the sixth floor and Fabian poured coffee into his cup wondering why he'd been unable to sleep any longer and yet still kept yawning every five minutes. He was about an hour and a half early compared to his usual arrival time at the Museum, but sitting at home hadn't really appealed to him and he thought that maybe, if he could stop yawning and start concentrating, he might leave halfway through the afternoon and enjoy the sunshine and get a breath of fresh air instead. Though, glancing out of the window, he could see greyish clouds on the horizon that might change his plans.
"You." The Maestro sounded as grumpy as ever, stumping into the kitchen and slamming his cup down on the counter.
"Coffee?" asked Fabian since he was still holding the coffee-jug.
"Of course," said the Maestro. "Did you think I came here to find you?"
"You don't actually work on this floor," said Fabian, "so--"
"Balderdash! You get better coffee than we do, and at this time of the morning there's no-one like your wretched HR woman to complain about me drinking it. You think too much of yourself. Where's my coffee then?"
Fabian suppressed a smile as he poured for the Maestro; he could quite believe that Cass would complain about people coming up to the sixth floor kitchen if they thought the coffee was better.
"Actually," he said, "since we're both here and it's early still, I have some figurines that might be worth exhibiting in the Museum. I had them appraised yesterday--" The Maestro humphed loudly and snatched his cup, "--but that was by an artificer, not a Museum expert."
"Quite right," said the Maestro after he swallowed a large mouthful of what Fabian felt was quite-hot coffee. "Need at least two opinions on things. What did this mechanic say?"
"Artificer," said Fabian pleasantly. He wasn't sure if he liked Rystin yet, but the rust-elf had only been helpful so far. "He said that they were about five hundred years old, made by a rust-elf craftsman that I'd never heard of -- Mussuli, Muli, something like that -- and that they had some enchantments on them that might make them move."
The Maestro frowned. "We should take a look at them then," he said. "I'm sure they're very delicate, but enchanted things that we've not properly assessed should not be in the Museum. There are a lot of warning signs up, and security on the doors, for good reasons." He sipped his coffee and glared at Fabian like a challenge. "Shouldn't you know that, Director?"
"We bring things in to the storage rooms below and assessment rooms all the time," countered Fabian. "We need to keep unstudied things away from the studied things, especially when we know that there are things on display that have dubious enchantments on them already."
"Are these figurines down there already then?"
"Well no--"
"Aha!
"They're up here, safely away from the exhibits. Did you think I'd just stick them in a case on the main floor?"
The Maestro turned away. "Bring them down to assessment room 4," he said, "in about 15 minutes. I'll get my stuff and we'll see what they have to tell us. Misulli, hmm? I think I know some stuff about him."
Fabian stared after the Maestro. "He did think I'd just put them out in a case," he murmured. "What were people here like before I took over?"
Greg - no, it is not like that at all, as it turns out.
Ah, the Maestro. As pleasant and accommodating as ever... I am curious, though, to see what he discovers with his assessment.
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