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Location ⋗ The Patch Interactions ⋗ n/a School of Magic ⋗ Abjuration, Divination & Enchantment Items ⋗ satchel with medical supplies/dirty scrubs | ___ |
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The week had been unceremoniously busy. One baby girl born after two sweltering days of induction. Another only hours behind. Then an emergency with a 30 week gestation that nearly ended in demise.
Sage was running on the fumes, only getting hour naps in here and there before continuing her work. Her mind was set on getting home, stripping down and climbing into some cool bedsheets.
But as she walked home, she caught the smell of fire, tea, sweet baked goods. That’s right, Ostara, she’d nearly forgotten as the days slipped by. Her stomach yearned, wanting it all. When was the last time she’d ate? She couldn’t recall. Leering down at herself, she viewed presentable enough. Changing out her work pants and apron, she now had on her most blue jeans and an oversized green sweater to cover her thin white tanktop. Sage usually carried clothes to wear on the way home, she’d scared enough people walking home in bloody outfits to amend it.
Yanking the hat from her head, Sage began marching her way over. The smell only got stronger and her stomach let out a bellow so loud she could’ve toppled over.
Despite her hunger, Sage’s first mission wasn’t any food. She needed coffee.
Breaking into the tents, her eyes took in the crowds of people. Everything glowed with the comfort of the fires, comradery alight.
She did enjoy these events but missed them often due to her work. Exhaustion would be well worth the price later. Maybe she could even bring something back for Gran.
Taking rushed strides to the drinks, Sage smiles at the clerk. It was a lazy, sheepish smile, all that she could muster.
”Hot coffee please, just black.”
Pointed in the correct direction, Sage found what she needed. Grabbing the largest cup possible and filling it to the brim, a sense of calm overtook her. Something about coffee always found a way to ground her as she clawed at the base of herself to revitalize her energy.
She takes a stance beside the beverage tent, letting her eyes weave through the groups. They finally settle on a fire that was unaccompanied, the flames dancing as her mind sunk into a gray ease. Sipping away, she melted into silence as she enjoyed the scenery and her warm bean juice.
Sage was running on the fumes, only getting hour naps in here and there before continuing her work. Her mind was set on getting home, stripping down and climbing into some cool bedsheets.
But as she walked home, she caught the smell of fire, tea, sweet baked goods. That’s right, Ostara, she’d nearly forgotten as the days slipped by. Her stomach yearned, wanting it all. When was the last time she’d ate? She couldn’t recall. Leering down at herself, she viewed presentable enough. Changing out her work pants and apron, she now had on her most blue jeans and an oversized green sweater to cover her thin white tanktop. Sage usually carried clothes to wear on the way home, she’d scared enough people walking home in bloody outfits to amend it.
Yanking the hat from her head, Sage began marching her way over. The smell only got stronger and her stomach let out a bellow so loud she could’ve toppled over.
Despite her hunger, Sage’s first mission wasn’t any food. She needed coffee.
Breaking into the tents, her eyes took in the crowds of people. Everything glowed with the comfort of the fires, comradery alight.
She did enjoy these events but missed them often due to her work. Exhaustion would be well worth the price later. Maybe she could even bring something back for Gran.
Taking rushed strides to the drinks, Sage smiles at the clerk. It was a lazy, sheepish smile, all that she could muster.
”Hot coffee please, just black.”
Pointed in the correct direction, Sage found what she needed. Grabbing the largest cup possible and filling it to the brim, a sense of calm overtook her. Something about coffee always found a way to ground her as she clawed at the base of herself to revitalize her energy.
She takes a stance beside the beverage tent, letting her eyes weave through the groups. They finally settle on a fire that was unaccompanied, the flames dancing as her mind sunk into a gray ease. Sipping away, she melted into silence as she enjoyed the scenery and her warm bean juice.