[the tinkling of the little bell over her office door is what prompts it, not any sight of the person entering themselves. Cecelia's got her head down, poring over a book that's soon to come due to the library on the other side of the city, while she writes shorthand into a journal next to it.]
Kindly sign in, if you please; I'll be with you in a moment.
[as if she needed to say so: there's a ledger close to the entrance with an open book and a sign that says exactly that!
there is a small table-and-chair arrangement by the windows just a few steps from it, as well, where cups and a kettle are left idle, still warm. it smells much the same as the brew she'd cooked up out in the field where they had first met.
beyond that...a rather spartanly decorated office. she doesn't like to be too idle for such things as aesthetic, though her desk sure as hell is oaken and fancy enough!]
d: visiting the calamity
[the tinkling of the little bell over her office door is what prompts it, not any sight of the person entering themselves. Cecelia's got her head down, poring over a book that's soon to come due to the library on the other side of the city, while she writes shorthand into a journal next to it.]
Kindly sign in, if you please; I'll be with you in a moment.
[as if she needed to say so: there's a ledger close to the entrance with an open book and a sign that says exactly that!
there is a small table-and-chair arrangement by the windows just a few steps from it, as well, where cups and a kettle are left idle, still warm. it smells much the same as the brew she'd cooked up out in the field where they had first met.
beyond that...a rather spartanly decorated office. she doesn't like to be too idle for such things as aesthetic, though her desk sure as hell is oaken and fancy enough!]