Fall had arrived with the splashes of autumn hues across some leaves, a scent so typical of the town rose around her, sharp salt and fish assaulting her senses. The uncouth nature of this town was evident from the way that she had been watching this place for three dawns and dusks yet the stench that needed cleansing remained. Early morning light glanced off the brim of her hat which she glared from under, when replying to the contractor she had been notified that this was no solo job and the frail old man would be pairing her up with another mage to complete the task. Glare and displeasure, they were not due to the possibility of a partnership but rather the lack of communication by the commissioner of this job, really now it should have been specified that any who took this offer alone would get paired up. Order was already lacking, the outlook for the job was dim.
Slim the folder in her hand held much information about this Olivia Sutton, it reminded her of times past, just getting handed a file and expected to complete the job to the upmost standered. The child was here now, the brief moments of structure she got were fleeting yet delicious. Finger traced lightly across the page, it was not a sight too odd for any stray citizens around. Although if one knew what they were looking for it would be a simple connection to make. The park bench she was seated on faced many of the entrances, she hadn't a clue which direction this unnamed accomplice would approach from yet the order had been simple, wait here: the bench under an acorn tree in east par, wait now: early morning of the forth week day. Then meet, and complete. It was doubtful the cleaning would be that simple, yet after brushing a stray leaf off her sleeve the page was once more most important. Notes scrawled in the corners about what she had learned herself alongside information which had been provided.
The early mornings of this woman were spent cooking, large batches of meals cooked at once in her home. It would be later distributed at lunch and again dinner, there was a slight gap in surveillance until early lunch when she started making her rounds, families in need, homeless. Those who needed to stand on their own two feet or be purged. Perhaps she was being a little too harsh towards those who were just slight stains. Focus on the larger marks Verosia, focus on those who needed to be purged. It was time to focus on this cleaning, she had been issued the order to wait here until some partner appeared. Who was it though? A woman winding her way through the hydrangea bushes, one of the couples with their children, or just a bystander, cautiously waiting in hopes that this was no mistake.
That one, he seemed off, she couldn't place it yet as her boots touched the ground and she rose from the bench the girls sky blue eyes latched onto him. A simple soft face among the dark uniform. "Excuse me sir, I'm waiting for someone. Does the name Olivia Sutton mean anything to you?" Her head tilted to the side, questioning him. if it was a mistake she would just be another child waiting for a woman who was known to help others. if it were the partner? Well who would tell yet it would be amusing to see the reaction.
Slim the folder in her hand held much information about this Olivia Sutton, it reminded her of times past, just getting handed a file and expected to complete the job to the upmost standered. The child was here now, the brief moments of structure she got were fleeting yet delicious. Finger traced lightly across the page, it was not a sight too odd for any stray citizens around. Although if one knew what they were looking for it would be a simple connection to make. The park bench she was seated on faced many of the entrances, she hadn't a clue which direction this unnamed accomplice would approach from yet the order had been simple, wait here: the bench under an acorn tree in east par, wait now: early morning of the forth week day. Then meet, and complete. It was doubtful the cleaning would be that simple, yet after brushing a stray leaf off her sleeve the page was once more most important. Notes scrawled in the corners about what she had learned herself alongside information which had been provided.
The early mornings of this woman were spent cooking, large batches of meals cooked at once in her home. It would be later distributed at lunch and again dinner, there was a slight gap in surveillance until early lunch when she started making her rounds, families in need, homeless. Those who needed to stand on their own two feet or be purged. Perhaps she was being a little too harsh towards those who were just slight stains. Focus on the larger marks Verosia, focus on those who needed to be purged. It was time to focus on this cleaning, she had been issued the order to wait here until some partner appeared. Who was it though? A woman winding her way through the hydrangea bushes, one of the couples with their children, or just a bystander, cautiously waiting in hopes that this was no mistake.
That one, he seemed off, she couldn't place it yet as her boots touched the ground and she rose from the bench the girls sky blue eyes latched onto him. A simple soft face among the dark uniform. "Excuse me sir, I'm waiting for someone. Does the name Olivia Sutton mean anything to you?" Her head tilted to the side, questioning him. if it was a mistake she would just be another child waiting for a woman who was known to help others. if it were the partner? Well who would tell yet it would be amusing to see the reaction.
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