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ECHEAUX at 03:40, 7 February 2023

2023-02-07T03:40:56Z

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	:Looking at his daughter sternly, he replies, "You know you aren't to be excused until I say so." He picks up his fork and takes another bite. After a moment to chew, he commands, "You're excused."		:Looking at his daughter sternly, he replies, "You know you aren't to be excused until I say so." He picks up his fork and takes another bite. After a moment to chew, he commands, "You're excused."

	:With a nod of deference to her father, she stands, leaving her breakfast half-touched ~~andthe~~ dishware positioned precisely as expected.		:With a nod of deference to her father, she stands, leaving her breakfast half touched and the dishware positioned precisely as expected, and quietly slips from the table.

	:Upon reaching her room, she perches on the edge of her vanity stool, gazing into the mirror as she ~~mull~~ over the information.		:Upon reaching her room, she perches on the edge of her vanity stool, gazing into the mirror as she mulls over the information.

	:"Please let whatever is in store require volunteers", she says to the weary reflection staring back at her, before reaching for a silver hairbrush. "Just...volunteers..."		:"Please let whatever is in store require volunteers", she says to the weary reflection staring back at her, before reaching for a silver hairbrush. "Just...volunteers..."

ECHEAUX at 17:36, 5 February 2023

2023-02-05T17:36:43Z

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	Restday, day 5 of the month Fashanos in the year 5123, 06:00		Restday, day 5 of the month Fashanos in the year 5123, 06:00

	:"Hearsay has it that...be a good girl and pass me the salt, Malinya...that a patrol has set out on assignment to gather intelligence about an airship." Chewing a long moment before, gazing at his daughter ~~before~~ speaking. "Tell me again, why aren't you taken on such missions?" His eyes bore into her with a measure of disappointment, and she barely contains a beleagured sigh.		:"Hearsay has it that...be a good girl and pass me the salt, Malinya...that a patrol has set out on assignment to gather intelligence about an airship." Chewing a long moment before gazing at his daughter and speaking again. "Tell me again, why aren't you taken on such missions?" His eyes bore into her with a measure of disappointment, and she barely contains a beleagured sigh.

	:"Those just aren't my orders, father, you know that", she says, staring into her plate as she idly rearranges her eggs.		:"Those just aren't my orders, father, you know that", she says, staring into her plate as she idly rearranges her eggs.

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==Breakfast==
Restday, day 5 of the month Fashanos in the year 5123, 06:00

:"Hearsay has it that...be a good girl and pass me the salt, Malinya...that a patrol has set out on assignment to gather intelligence about an airship." Chewing a long moment before, gazing at his daughter before speaking. "Tell me again, why aren't you taken on such missions?" His eyes bore into her with a measure of disappointment, and she barely contains a beleagured sigh.

:"Those just aren't my orders, father, you know that", she says, staring into her plate as she idly rearranges her eggs.

:"And what are your orders?" he asks, pointedly. "Oh, wait. It's to, in essence, stand guard at the city gates, yes?"

:Giving a slight nod, she reaches hesitantly for her goblet, but quickly returns her attention to her plate.

:"And why, again, is that?" After taking another bite, he places his fork on the table, hard. "Why is the daughter of a highly decorated retired Lord Legionnaire on...guard duty?"

:Mumbling, she responds under her breath, "Because my mother was an Illistimi scholar and...", she bites off the end of the comment, concluding loudly, "May I please be excused?"

:Looking at his daughter sternly, he replies, "You know you aren't to be excused until I say so." He picks up his fork and takes another bite. After a moment to chew, he commands, "You're excused."

:With a nod of deference to her father, she stands, leaving her breakfast half-touched andthe dishware positioned precisely as expected.

:Upon reaching her room, she perches on the edge of her vanity stool, gazing into the mirror as she mull over the information.

:"Please let whatever is in store require volunteers", she says to the weary reflection staring back at her, before reaching for a silver hairbrush. "Just...volunteers..."

:How ever does he always know what is going on still, she wonders.