[Achelois wouldn't be able to tell when coming back to Amaurot had stopped feeling like coming home.
In the past years, she spent most of her time on the road accompanying her master, and she suspects that hasn't helped in that regard but... she does mourn the feeling she used to get when seeing the spires of the city come into view after a long trip. Now, whenever she does see that view, all she can think about is when she will next leave.
And then, for this particular trip there was the project her master talked to her about, the very thing that makes her walk through the streets at a too brisk pace for most of the other people around as she ponders.
It did not come as a surprise. One would have to be extremely inobservant for it to be a surprise, and as much as she is not vain, Achelois knows Venat chose her as her pupil for a reason. A member of the Convocation, and such a renowned one, would not err in choosing the soul they wish to instruct, she thinks. She might still be young compared to others, but no so young that she is unaware of her own abilities and values, all things her master has taken care to hone over their years together. She is confident in what she can do. Still, something of this magnitude... Her master left her some time to think about it, and so, she is thinking.
The city itself might not feel like home anymore, but there are some parts of it that do, and her steps take her naturally to the Bureau of the Architect. And upon being informed that Hythlodaeus is not in right, she juts shrugs and smiles.]
It's alright, I'll just wait for him inside.
[She ignored the fluster and sputter of the employees as she pushes past them to go through the door that lead to her friend's private office. The door still responds to her aether, so at least, it seems like he's not against her dropping by even unannounced.
She glances towards his desk, walks along the bookshelves and trails a finger along the spines of the books, mildly curious about whether he has gotten anything new recently, and then just goes to plop herself in a comfortable chair, hugging her knees while she keeps turning things in her head.
At least, this place is quiet, not like the city outside.]
Called to a higher office
In the past years, she spent most of her time on the road accompanying her master, and she suspects that hasn't helped in that regard but... she does mourn the feeling she used to get when seeing the spires of the city come into view after a long trip. Now, whenever she does see that view, all she can think about is when she will next leave.
And then, for this particular trip there was the project her master talked to her about, the very thing that makes her walk through the streets at a too brisk pace for most of the other people around as she ponders.
It did not come as a surprise. One would have to be extremely inobservant for it to be a surprise, and as much as she is not vain, Achelois knows Venat chose her as her pupil for a reason. A member of the Convocation, and such a renowned one, would not err in choosing the soul they wish to instruct, she thinks. She might still be young compared to others, but no so young that she is unaware of her own abilities and values, all things her master has taken care to hone over their years together. She is confident in what she can do. Still, something of this magnitude... Her master left her some time to think about it, and so, she is thinking.
The city itself might not feel like home anymore, but there are some parts of it that do, and her steps take her naturally to the Bureau of the Architect. And upon being informed that Hythlodaeus is not in right, she juts shrugs and smiles.]
It's alright, I'll just wait for him inside.
[She ignored the fluster and sputter of the employees as she pushes past them to go through the door that lead to her friend's private office. The door still responds to her aether, so at least, it seems like he's not against her dropping by even unannounced.
She glances towards his desk, walks along the bookshelves and trails a finger along the spines of the books, mildly curious about whether he has gotten anything new recently, and then just goes to plop herself in a comfortable chair, hugging her knees while she keeps turning things in her head.
At least, this place is quiet, not like the city outside.]