Happy Life
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- Okay,” she nodded, stretching sweetly and exhaling. “What a day… Alright, I’m off. Enjoy the last half hour of your day, or however much is left. And if anything comes up… now you know a few places where you can find me.
After all sorts of hugs, waving, and other possible and acceptable farewells in this situation, leaving Bajena to process all the information, she returns home.
After pacing around the living room and pondering various things, she finally slaps the palm of her hand with the back of her fist, tears a page from her Temple notebook, and writes:
In gratitude for your invaluable work🎶
Yamagami Aiyano❤️
Taking the most appealing-looking dish from the kitchen, she carries it to the table in the servants’ room, where she arranges all the remaining Zarevian sweets and places this message next to them. Although the gray-green little monster was completely wrong, there was still a grain of truth in his words – after all, she had been here for about a month, and the initial moments of awkwardness had long been replaced by the feeling of routine, and the faces and auras of the extras were no longer even registered in the text format of interaction with the surrounding world.
“What if I ordered something from Lepota for them every couple of weeks…?” – a final thought crossed her mind as she left the room.
Before drifting off to eternal sleep, she also remembered to arrange generously paid employment contracts for Edjlord and Adalard, and possibly for Bajena, if/when they have so little to do that they decide to lend a hand to the holy cause of construction; and to come up with a name for the parrot – Castor – and get him all sorts of food.
And besides, as she fell asleep, she went over in her mind all the possible places to plant the Farrellian apple trees on the country estate, which would definitely have to be done in the near future.
“Oyasumi,” she murmured to the rivets on the ceiling beam.
After all sorts of hugs, waving, and other possible and acceptable farewells in this situation, leaving Bajena to process all the information, she returns home.
After pacing around the living room and pondering various things, she finally slaps the palm of her hand with the back of her fist, tears a page from her Temple notebook, and writes:
In gratitude for your invaluable work🎶
Yamagami Aiyano❤️
Taking the most appealing-looking dish from the kitchen, she carries it to the table in the servants’ room, where she arranges all the remaining Zarevian sweets and places this message next to them. Although the gray-green little monster was completely wrong, there was still a grain of truth in his words – after all, she had been here for about a month, and the initial moments of awkwardness had long been replaced by the feeling of routine, and the faces and auras of the extras were no longer even registered in the text format of interaction with the surrounding world.
“What if I ordered something from Lepota for them every couple of weeks…?” – a final thought crossed her mind as she left the room.
Before drifting off to eternal sleep, she also remembered to arrange generously paid employment contracts for Edjlord and Adalard, and possibly for Bajena, if/when they have so little to do that they decide to lend a hand to the holy cause of construction; and to come up with a name for the parrot – Castor – and get him all sorts of food.
And besides, as she fell asleep, she went over in her mind all the possible places to plant the Farrellian apple trees on the country estate, which would definitely have to be done in the near future.
“Oyasumi,” she murmured to the rivets on the ceiling beam.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
