9th Autumn 519 AV
"speech"
"speech"
"I mean, really? Could it get any worse than that? Still drunk out of my skull, lying in the shabbiest bed with a complete stranger. To top it off, when I got home, Senith knew everything, and..-" The elegant woman who was telling her unfortunate tale stopped talking her friend's ears off when she spotted Ennisa, who was twiddling the quill backwards and forwards whilst she eavesdropped. She narrowed her beautifully kholled eyes, but Ennisa had already taken the hint and dropped her head down.
Work was ticking along. So far, she had compiled a few lists, copied a few things that a colleague had asked her to, doodled a tad bit in the margins of a practice sheet, and earwigged on the conversations of a few of the visitors to the Cosmos Centre. The last had been a bit juicy, so she was quite disappointed that she wouldn't learn the rest of the story. Even so, she strained her ears even as she set back to work, but the woman had turned away and lowered her voice, which made it difficult to hear anything except soft suserrations.
The Cosmos Centre was also filled with the sound of scritching, scratching, and scribbling of nibs on paper. The air was dry and clear; Ennisa assumed this was because of the books and papers stored further inside causing the air to take on a paper-like quality, but in reality it was probably more likely that the air needed to be dry for the sake of the books. It was filled with the gentle scent of parchment too, and sometimes a whiff of ink, bitter and strong. It was the air of studious industry.
Ennisa wasn't so studious that morning. Her mind was filled with distractions. A bird was singing, just outside the door. The song seemed oddly familiar, as if she'd heard it somewhere else, but that also meant that she had been trying to figure out the tune, much to the annoyance of the people nearest to her. She was also thinking about Itzi, who had seemed a little.. off.. that morning. Most of all, she had been trying to understand why there had been a donkey standing outside all day.
The donkey was a puzzler for sure. Nobody seemed to own it, yet there was a halter around its neck. It was a strange creature to see in Lhavit too. Ennisa could only assume that some foolhardy person had transported it from somewhere else, whether by boat or by foot. It would explain why it looked so malnourished and sickly. She half-wished she knew something about caring for livestock, if only so she could make it feel a bit better. Yet she didn't, and whoever owned the donkey hadn't come back yet.
It didn't move much either. Every time Ennisa caught a glimpse of it, when the door opened, or she got up to stretch her legs a little, it was stood stock-still in the same place. Occasionally its tail flapped in a desultory manner, as if it only semi-cared about sweeping away the flies that bothered it. She was forced to admit that the donkey was more fascinating than the filing that awaited her in the afternoon. It astounded her that no-one else seemed to care. Could they not see the poor creature?
The filing came, and with it, she was taken away from the front part of the Cosmos Centre to the back rooms where all the folders and files resided. She could no longer see the donkey, which was fine. It was fine, really. She wasn't worried about it, not at all!
Ennisa might be able to fool some, but she wasn't kidding herself. Curiosity burned at her. She sorted folders, moved one stack to another stack, took orders from the lady who she was assisting, but her heart just wasn't in it. After one too many mistakes (like tripping over a footstool, which sent her and an armful of loose sheets flying), the irritated woman sent her out just before the noon rest. Gleefully, Ennisa set her things down and walked as speedily as she could to the front of the elaborately decorated building, in the hopes of finding the lovely donkey.