[This rp icly takes place on July 2nd 2023]

It had been a doozy of a day and Saffron was still in complete disbelief that she had somehow managed to pull off the event that she had been assigned to.

Somehow.

A part of her should have known that it was going to be one of those days when she'd gone to check out a commotion by the registration tables only to find a member of the venue staff politely telling the delegates that they were at the wrong venue and that the event had been cancelled, especially as the event was running on a Sunday and Sunday events could so often be a pain.

The 'so-called' event cancellation was nonetheless something that was very much news to her given that she'd been running through refreshment and lunch timings with the venue's event liaison only an hour prior.

Soothing the angry speakers had been.. Difficult to say the least, as had managing to get registration back on track - but she had managed to somehow do it if barely–

And had decided to take it as a win that the event had only started a few minutes later than the advertised starting time.

Then despite her going over final break timings just that morning, the venue staff had still somehow forgotten to set out the coffee during the morning break and had also managed to run out of pastries.

But somehow she had managed to smooth things over with the upset delegates, even if she had had to also apologise when some of said delegates had thought it a good idea to take their frustrations out on the staff manning the refreshment stand.

At least the venue had remembered lunch and at least the rest of the day had managed to somehow go relatively smoothly, even if she had had to arrange for some last minute photocopying.

The speakers had even thanked her as they left.

But Saffron had still been left feeling somewhat dead on her feet by the time that she'd been finally done with the event closedown and her face had felt stiff with all of the smiling that she had had to do throughout the day.

It probably would have been more sensible to head home and attempt to try and put her feet up, but Saffron hadn't felt quite like heading to her empty apartment and had instead ended up picking up some takeout, some hand soap and a 5 litre bottle of water before finding somewhere that looked secluded enough for her to feel comfortable enough to power up as Iðavöllr so that she could head to her Wonder.

She could have headed to the meditation chamber that her predecessor had so vaguely mentioned on one of her visits and that she and Athene had managed to find.

Or she could have worked on sorting more books in the library.

Iðavöllr had done neither of those things. Instead she had found herself heading to the outer flower gardens and working on the maristela flowers until her stomach had started grumbling seriously at her.

Then she had washed up as best she could under cover of the hall with the hand soap and water glad that she'd thought to keep some hand warmers and some spare gloves in the 'Iðavöllr gardening bag' that she'd left up on her Wonder before eating the take out that she'd picked up.

She was tired enough to not be particularly picky about the restaurant, but had ended up indulging in a side order of large fries since she'd had a craving for something not particularly healthy.

She'd had a craving for wine too, but knew better to indulge given that she had work the next day and so had made do with the takeout.

She found working on the flowers relaxing though, even though Iðavöllr was honest enough with herself to know that she'd never be more than an amateur and had no real interest in gardening outside of the time spent on her attempts at trying to neaten the flowers up on her Wonder.

But the quiet snip-snip of her secateurs was soothing, as she carefully snipped at the flowers and it allowed her to reset her headspace.

And it was with genuine reluctance that Iðavöllr eventually made herself stop and pile the clippings up neatly before packing up her 'Iðavöllr gardening bag', but she knew that she (or rather Saffron) had another set of clients on the morrow and she would end up making all the wrong impressions if she ended up falling asleep in the meeting.

All she could hope was tomorrow would end up better than today and that tomorrow's set of clients wouldn't turn out to be of the 'difficult' variety, because otherwise she (or rather Saffron) would likely be very much indulging in the wine that she had so reluctantly found herself passing on post work earlier.

And next time she’d stay for longer Iðavöllr promised herself as she disappeared from her Wonder, and perhaps see whether her cousin was around to come along.

She could show him the library and get him to help her with sorting through books–

Well at least that is, as long as he made sure to add enough warm additions to his uniform for the Polaris cold.

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