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079 » show me my silver lining
[Though he was almost unspeakably busy with his own work, he would be remiss to not actually look at the fruits of his countrymen’s labors. And that is what motivated his afternoon stroll to the firmament. Of course, he should greet all the appropriate people. It would only serve to embarrass them if he didn’t. ]
[Up ahead, he found Francel was very easy to spot in those spring colored greens and his feathered cap. He seemed to be talking to someone, but he found there came few times when people even acted like he was interrupting. He had the sense not to talk over, even if he came right up to them. He figured anything they discussed he would see on paper in a few days time anyway.]
[Up ahead, he found Francel was very easy to spot in those spring colored greens and his feathered cap. He seemed to be talking to someone, but he found there came few times when people even acted like he was interrupting. He had the sense not to talk over, even if he came right up to them. He figured anything they discussed he would see on paper in a few days time anyway.]
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the young lord tries to delegate work whenever he can, but people, as a general rule, seem fearful of acting without permission. he appointed augebert as head engineer so that his own desk at the congregation would be free for the more administrative tasks of balancing budgets and making reports to the lord commander and holy see — but all the same, every time he comes down to the firmament to speak with the skybuilders on site, it seems that everyone wants to borrow his ear.
"lord overseer, have you taken a look at the week's tallies?"
"lord overseer, do you approve of the stonework here?"
"lord overseer —"
it can, at times, be altogether too much.
nevertheless, francel soon extricates himself from his conversation with enie about the skybuilders' scrips, looking up to find...]
...Ser Aymeric?
[it is rare for the lord speaker to visit the building site personally. even after the skybuilder rankings concluded, the man had sent only a briefly written word of thanks. whatever could he be doing here?
awkwardly, francel adjusts his hat as he strides over to aymeric, head cocked like a curious puppy.]
Is aught amiss?
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I merely found myself with a miraculously free bell from duty, and I thought I might actually see the Firmament with mine own two eyes! Blame the knights at the Congregation, I couldn't stop overhearing them speak of it. My curiosity became too much! ...I hope that I am not pulling you from your own responsibilities overmuch.
[as he glances over to an anxious looking woman with a stack of papers in her arms.]
...Where do you go for your lunch when you are here?
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this is such a strange time, he thinks. ishgard at peace. haurchefant, still dead and cold, but — but it doesn't hurt him the way it used to, and it's hard, now, to be sad when the lord commander smiles so easy, soothes everyone's hurts.]
For my midday meal, I typically break bread with the other skybuilders. Have you met Floraissant, our culinarian? He makes a most wonderful soup out of the most simple of ingredients — and well he does, for he must needs feed every man and woman on staff with the paltry budget that has been assigned to our victuals.
[ser aymeric, too, is known to take his meals with the temple knights at the congregation on occasion, is he not? francel turns his head a little, peering a little nervously at the lord speaker from his peripherals.]
...Would you perchance care to join us this day?