Yasha Nydoorin (
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fandomtownies2020-12-11 09:52 am
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Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (12/11)
So Yasha was back now. She'd gotten in very late last night, and sure, Beau had warned her about the weird time difference thing, but she was still pretty damn disoriented by how spending several months just... trying to find answers (without much success) translated to only about a month's absence here.
But she was supposed to be at work today, and she felt guilty about missing several weeks, so despite a nasty case of portal lag she'd come in at her scheduled time with a cardboard carton full of coffee. (Which was not quite what she'd meant when she'd asked for the biggest coffee they had at the Perk, but apparently her groggy, confused grumbling just added to her whole intimidating look and the poor barista had nearly had a panic attack, charged her for just a large cup of coffee, and given her this.)
The holiday-themed flowers fascinated her, though, and she soon forgot the worst of her tiredness in an intrigued haze of familiarizing herself with every single one of them.
[OOC: Guess who failed yet another wisdom save last night? THIS GIRL. AND ALSO MY OTHER ONE. *facepalm* -_-
...open, though I'll be in and out running errands for a bit.]
But she was supposed to be at work today, and she felt guilty about missing several weeks, so despite a nasty case of portal lag she'd come in at her scheduled time with a cardboard carton full of coffee. (Which was not quite what she'd meant when she'd asked for the biggest coffee they had at the Perk, but apparently her groggy, confused grumbling just added to her whole intimidating look and the poor barista had nearly had a panic attack, charged her for just a large cup of coffee, and given her this.)
The holiday-themed flowers fascinated her, though, and she soon forgot the worst of her tiredness in an intrigued haze of familiarizing herself with every single one of them.
[OOC: Guess who failed yet another wisdom save last night? THIS GIRL. AND ALSO MY OTHER ONE. *facepalm* -_-
...open, though I'll be in and out running errands for a bit.]

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After a few moments of looking warily at the box she opened it, very cautiously, and she inhaled a sharp little breath.
"Oh," she murmured, and took a few moments to wash her hands and make sure they were dry before picking up the poetry book and flipping through it. It would be a good way to spend her lunch break, and then probably the rest of her evening after that.