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18.Jan.23, 07:13 PM
The sudden knock on the door almost made Mulrissa jump from her chair, though luckily for her pride she remained seated.
“Please, come in,” she said as her heart rate began to return to normal. The door opened to reveal Cazan, accompanied by two of her firelizards. Mulrissa accepted the reports from Cazan and thanked her, picking them up and flicking through the pages briefly to confirm their contents. She trusted Cazan, of course, but it was habit. Then she tapped the stack of papers against her desk to neaten them before setting them back down in a different location. They didn’t really need the neatening—Cazan had kept them plenty in order herself—but Mulrissa liked the motion. It gave her something more to do with her hands.
“It’s alright, we’ve all had adventurous firelizards get into worse,” Mulrissa said as Cazan apologized for Scallywag diving under her desk. Sure, it had made her heart rate go back up for a moment, but he’d come out from under the desk just as quickly and seemed fairly unbothered, so Mulrissa simply sighed internally in quiet relief and focused back on the business at hand, which seemed to have moved on from actual business.
“Oh, thank you, Cazan, these already look lovely, I’ll—” she paused when Sir started to hiss and attempt to get at her desk, but Cazan quickly caught him before he got into anything. “It’s quite alright, no harm done. Perhaps something about the weather is bothering him. An air pressure change of some sort. In any case,” Mulrissa grabbed a small piece of dried fruit from a bowl she kept on her desk and offered it to Sir, who gleefully snatched it from her hand and devoured it in seconds. She gave him a second piece for good measure, and Sir seemed content with his prizes and remained calmly in Cazan’s arms while Mulrissa tried on the gloves. Confirming that they fit comfortably, she returned the gloves to Cazan, who apologized a few more times for Sir and Scallywag, and took her leave once Mulrissa had sufficiently reassured her it was alright.
Once the door clicked closed and she couldn’t hear footsteps in the hallway, even straining her ears, Mulrissa sighed out loud.
“Please, come in,” she said as her heart rate began to return to normal. The door opened to reveal Cazan, accompanied by two of her firelizards. Mulrissa accepted the reports from Cazan and thanked her, picking them up and flicking through the pages briefly to confirm their contents. She trusted Cazan, of course, but it was habit. Then she tapped the stack of papers against her desk to neaten them before setting them back down in a different location. They didn’t really need the neatening—Cazan had kept them plenty in order herself—but Mulrissa liked the motion. It gave her something more to do with her hands.
“It’s alright, we’ve all had adventurous firelizards get into worse,” Mulrissa said as Cazan apologized for Scallywag diving under her desk. Sure, it had made her heart rate go back up for a moment, but he’d come out from under the desk just as quickly and seemed fairly unbothered, so Mulrissa simply sighed internally in quiet relief and focused back on the business at hand, which seemed to have moved on from actual business.
“Oh, thank you, Cazan, these already look lovely, I’ll—” she paused when Sir started to hiss and attempt to get at her desk, but Cazan quickly caught him before he got into anything. “It’s quite alright, no harm done. Perhaps something about the weather is bothering him. An air pressure change of some sort. In any case,” Mulrissa grabbed a small piece of dried fruit from a bowl she kept on her desk and offered it to Sir, who gleefully snatched it from her hand and devoured it in seconds. She gave him a second piece for good measure, and Sir seemed content with his prizes and remained calmly in Cazan’s arms while Mulrissa tried on the gloves. Confirming that they fit comfortably, she returned the gloves to Cazan, who apologized a few more times for Sir and Scallywag, and took her leave once Mulrissa had sufficiently reassured her it was alright.
Once the door clicked closed and she couldn’t hear footsteps in the hallway, even straining her ears, Mulrissa sighed out loud.
