Winter Sleeping, Packer’s Day 20, Year of the Lion number 427; December 28, 1738 Agathon; Linne 181
Respect is an awesome roommate. She’s clean, tidy, respectful (no pun intended), and is always willing to go the extra mile. Well, it’s only been a few days, but if this is indicative of how she’ll always be, I can’t think of anything that would separate us as friends. Right now, she’s cooking our dinner. I can’t wait.
I’ve been trying to get a word with Lord Baird about what happened, but he’s been too busy. As a matter of fact, I’ve been busy, too. The winter celebration is a week-long tradition that honors the sun’s return. For the past six months, the days have gotten shorter and the nights have gotten longer. Now, for the next six months, it will go the other way. Sure, this is the way it’s always been, and likely the way it will always be. But it’s an excuse to celebrate. And when there’s celebration, there’s cleaning to be done afterwards!
Some say that in the old days when people worshipped gods, this celebration was for them. It was believed that they controlled the celestial things. Or, for that matter, the objects that inhabit the sky were the gods themselves manifest. Crazy talk? Perhaps. Though I must be careful – there are some who still fervently and passionately believe these ways.
To my knowledge, no god has walked the land in thousands of years. Otherwise, Cithara wouldn’t be able to disguise herself as one. The real god, Takhisis, would probably have something to say about it.
But today, I got with Lord Baird. Respect was helping the kitchen staff bring up supplies from the storage rooms in the basement while I was setting the table in the dining hall. Lord Baird came in with two other nobles I didn’t know. He introduced me and said some nice things about me. I took the opportunity to ask, “My Lord, may I have a word with you when you get a chance?”
He asked his guests to go on ahead to the parlor. “What’s up?”
“You remember the other day, when your steward asked that Respect be fired?” He nodded. “When we got to her apartment, there was an eviction notice on her door. It was signed by John of Scales. Apparently, he owns the property.”
He stroked his beard momentarily. “Yes. John can be a bit of a pain, sometimes. He does a good job with the books and managing my affairs, though. Is there something I can do in her behalf?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, sir. I think I just wanted you to be aware of it.” I didn’t want to say that I didn’t trust the steward.
He smiled at me. “I appreciate you bringing this to my attention, Miss Vipertree. Does she need a place to stay?”
“She moved in with me. I think she and I will work out as roommates.”
“While it’s not the optimal solution, it seems you have handled this on your own. Carry on. I must attend to my guests.” He dismissed me and left the hall.
As I write this, I think back to what he said and I feel like there’s something missing. I don’t think I can put my claw on it though. I decided to keep this from Respect for now. She’s cooking dinner right now and I think it’s almost ready. Later, we plan to go out into the city and join in some of the revelry. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have time to write about what happens. I’m looking forward to it.
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