[OPEN] the stuff of montages

[sighsheavily]

🧙 WHO: Cecelia Ardenbury, OPEN
⚔️️ WHAT: A space for magical training/assessment and the viewing of the Calamity (ref: network announcement)
🕒 WHEN: Oct
🗺️ WHERE: The Ambassador office (Camelot), Red Spring, End of the World
⚠️ WARNINGS: In subject headers as needed

SIGN IN HERE is written just above the lines of names and dates of previous visits.

There is a small table setting by the window on the opposite side, where tea is still piping hot and waiting - just in case anyone is inclined to it. Miss Ardenbury prefers spiced, robust dark brews to anything light or floral, so novice tea tongues beware.

Where once was an empty wall is now a length of engineer's drafting paper, and upon it is the sketching of two views: One, the top-down topography of the calamitous end of the world; the other being a more man's-eye view of the location. There are a few representations of the fluctuating starburst in the sky as well, alongside some peculiar, indecipherable shorthand notes in small, neat lettering.

Miss Ardenbury herself sits at an oak desk further in amongst her stack of borrowed books and personal journals, likely still scratching away or having herself some of that tea. She doesn't even look up right away to greet - the bell was signal enough for her to call:

"Do be sure to sign in, thank you. What business do you have here today?"

Comments

[morganknight]

"I'll make some arrangements for that, you've no fear. Financial investments go a long way towards opening doors." Though he really ought to learn to make the things himself, and save a lot of grief...

[sighsheavily]

"Ah, right--" She sits back in her seat. "You've got yourself a comfortable relationship with money here. It's a detail I tend to neglect within the whole scope of recollecting you. Fair enough, though, so long as I needn't walk all the way back from Red Springs, I've no complaints."

[morganknight]

"I'll carry you the entire way if it comes to that," Morgan said, lifting a hand to make it a solemn oath.

[sighsheavily]

She wonders if he's making an effort to try to get her to roll her eyes or if this is just as natural as breathing to him; sometimes it's quite unclear. He won't get the pleasure this time, though perhaps the slight way she closes her eyes and shakes her head could suffice?

"Invest in a horse first, thank you."