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 Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 3:07 pm
Fortuna was cold, staring at the various books aligned on the shelf in disarray. Her book person had been so kind, so she wanted to do this for him, but…. She really had no idea how to reorganize the book the way he seemed to like. Books were aligned by color, by alphabet all changing from shelf to shelf. She shifted uncomfortably. A book Doctor’s library should be a wonder, not a mess of documents laying in bindings.
“I want to do this, I need to do this, but I will need help.” She resolved, walking slowly around the circular room. Her city person had left this morning to take a beautifully restored book to his crush. It made her slightly jealous, especially with his parting comment about her needing to find more people to be friends with.
Thus far she had only met one. The boy from Sulfrith made her blush deeply, and he had no concept of personal space.
Fortuna shook her head and wandered over to her book persons desk, looking for some clue about who to go to.
It was there she found the card. Tiberius Odd jobs and Misc., scrawled in his handwriting was (Bribe with strawberry cakes).
Fortuna shrugged to herself and clutched the card to her breast. She was a good enough baker; if she could offer to make him three… then maybe he might help her with this task. It would require her to go to Sulfrith, and who knows; maybe she will run into Tempest on the way!
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It was that which had Fortuna standing awkwardly outside a wooden door in Sulfrirth, willing to break out of her bubble and ENGAGE in conversation for once. Softly she knocked, calling out “Hello?”
Shifting her weight from foot to foot, her best gown suddenly feeling suffocating, it was ice-blue to bring out her teal eyes. She had her brilliant hair braided and tossed over one shoulder, and her hands fluttered around the tip uncomfortably, normally it was down, and normally she could just play with it for something to do with her hands.
She assumed no one must be home, shifting uncomfortably, obviously not knowing what to do. Should she wait, should she just leave?
Her decision was made for her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 5:36 am
The kettle whistled. Tiberius groaned. The stack of letters on his desk looked like they would topple at any moment, was it even safe to get up from his desk? Normally he would have made Nios go get the kettle and make the tea. For proper tea, the water had to be hot, extremely hot. Anything under 98 centigrade wouldn't bring out the full flavor of the green tea. But as it stood, Nios wasn't here at the moment. If he waited any longer, surely the water would get cold.
He pushed the great chair back and carefully extracted himself. The letters wobbled, but didn't fall. Tiberius let out a sigh of relief. Walking around stacks of books and paper he made his way towards the kitchen when he heard a knock on the door. Another sigh. The water would get cold for sure.
He grasped the brass handle and opened the door to see a young brunette. She wore a pale lavender dress embellished with gold. A book child. She looked jittery and nervous. Tiberius reminded himself that in business, you had to make the customer like you. He buried the memory of Bethany and the little brat in his mind. It wasn't right to judge all book child by the actions of another.
"Come in." Tiberius waved her in towards the sitting room. Though there were stacks of books everywhere, today there was actually sitting room on the couch.
"And what brings you here?" He asked.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 6:18 pm
Fortuna shifted her weight uncomfortably and looked at the floor, sitting with her hands folded neatly on her lap on the indicated place on the couch.
“I… I um, don’t mean to impose, if, if you wanted to finish making your… tea?” She wrung her hands together awkwardly. This was always the most difficult part, attempting to start a conversation, the fact she needed help on top of that… made her all the more awkward.
“Your card, it said that you do all sorts of odd jobs? I have a attic, well library in all actuality which is in desperate need of being... Reorganized, the book person I live with has a sort of odd system, first it is organized by color, and then by alphabetizing?” Fortuna paused a moment, realizing that she was probably ranting and got very quiet, staring unblinking now at the area above his head.
“I made three strawberry cakes back at the house, and brought this.” She added the last remembering that she had tucked a parchment up her sleeve.
It was a wonderfully illuminated script of Lewis Carol’s poem “Punctuality”, restored by her own hand. She offered it awkwardly, bending at the waist to offer it to the other book child.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 7:12 am
The girl was standing awkwardly in the doorway. Her gaze was fixed on the floor directly between her feet. She kept shifting her feet and wringing her wrists. A shy one. Tiberius thought to himself.
"There's no need to bow so much. Why don't you sit down and we can discuss the job." He motioned towards the couch and armchair in his cluttered living room. He sat down in the arm chair and was glad he'd cleared the two of books earlier today.
Tiberius reached out and took the item the girl had offered him. It was a beautifully restored poem. The work was amateur, but impressive nevertheless.
Offhandedly he asked, "Did you restore this yourself?" And then remembering the topic on hand, he repeated the girl's request. "First by color and then by ascending alphabetic order? That shouldn't be a problem."
He held out his hand.
"My name's Tiberius, pleased to make you aquantience. If you don't mind waiting, I'll make some more tea and we can discuss the job further and payment."
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 9:10 pm
Fortuna took his hand lightly in her own, although ready to pull back at any moment. “My name is Fortuna, and yes, I did illuminate that myself. I have studied for years under one of the best bookkeepers in the city. Of course that is not just my opinion.”
She took a deep breath and let it out just as he left the room and for the first time took the place in. It was a moderately sized home, full of books and all sorts of oddities. She did not believe Tiberius lived here on his own, it was far too messy just to be one person’s doing. She eyed a rather large tome across the room, it looked old and out of habit she wanted to see what condition it was in. Fortuna hated sitting around waiting, it made her fidget too much, but nothing could make her grow as still as standing in front of a old book.
So when Tiberius arrived back in the room where they were to discuss payment over tea, he would find Fortuna standing, next to a older book, hands hovering over the leather cover eyes taking in every detail with a gleam.
This was what she loved, perhaps that is why her city person let her stay.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 4:08 am
Fortuna's grip was weak. No surprise, Tiberius had already pegged her as a rather shy person. Though, her statement took him by surprise. For someone who was so shy, she seemed rather sure of her abilities.
"It is very impressive. Your teacher must be very talented indeed."
The bookchild left the living room and went to the kitchen where the kettle was already whistling. He poured the water into a teapot and set that, and two cups on a tray. Returning to the living room, Tiberius pushed a pile of papers over to make room on the small coffee table for the tray. The brunette was pouring over one of the old books that were in the room.
"I take it you like old books?" He asked as he poured them both some chamomile tea.
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