The summons said the 7th of Eleint, but didn't say where to show up for admission. This is problematic, as the Feytower is a sprawling castle construct: half-university, half-home for most of the city's magical population and (in some cases) their families and children as well.
Sunrise finds the front door locked and unattended, which is annoying; she's not late, just not early. She rocks back on her heels and considers her options. She can either stand out here and hope someone will come to collect her, or she can find another means of entrance.
The sides of the castle building are dotted with doors, but she doesn't want to find a random spot to enter; she'd end up more lost than before. No, what she needs is a guide. Someone who knows their way around and can help her find Laerdya Siannodel. Snapping her fingers, she smiles at herself. She'll use the servant entrance.
Very few wizards are interested in cleaning their own chamberpots, and tiefling tend to be hired for these menial posts. Sunrise has friends in the Westside district who work for the wizards, and she knows roughly where the entrance to the main kitchen is. She follows her memory and the scent of woodsmoke and breakfast, and is delighted to see a pretty tiefling girl in a kitchen smock emptying scraps from a smaller bin into a larger one outside.
The servant girl is more than willing to take her back inside into the kitchens, but it is there that Sunrise's luck runs out: standing in the middle of the kitchens and supervising with a cold eye is Luther Rivvers, the powerful Commissioner of Feytower. His gaze falls on her in a second, and she knows with a sinking heart that he recognizes her.
"You. You're Veshti's girl," he observes coolly. "Why are you-- You're here to see Laerdya. Come with me. Now."
Without the slightest hint of politeness, he takes the girl in an iron grip by the wrist and walks her out while the kitchen staff stare helplessly on. She's not being harmed as long as she walks with him and doesn't struggle, and Veshti has warned her to submit to Luther unless he actively tries to hurt her. So though this vexes her, she recognizes that to defy him would have painful, and possibly lethal, consequences.
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Sunrise finds the front door locked and unattended, which is annoying; she's not late, just not early. She rocks back on her heels and considers her options. She can either stand out here and hope someone will come to collect her, or she can find another means of entrance.
The sides of the castle building are dotted with doors, but she doesn't want to find a random spot to enter; she'd end up more lost than before. No, what she needs is a guide. Someone who knows their way around and can help her find Laerdya Siannodel. Snapping her fingers, she smiles at herself. She'll use the servant entrance.
Very few wizards are interested in cleaning their own chamberpots, and tiefling tend to be hired for these menial posts. Sunrise has friends in the Westside district who work for the wizards, and she knows roughly where the entrance to the main kitchen is. She follows her memory and the scent of woodsmoke and breakfast, and is delighted to see a pretty tiefling girl in a kitchen smock emptying scraps from a smaller bin into a larger one outside.
The servant girl is more than willing to take her back inside into the kitchens, but it is there that Sunrise's luck runs out: standing in the middle of the kitchens and supervising with a cold eye is Luther Rivvers, the powerful Commissioner of Feytower. His gaze falls on her in a second, and she knows with a sinking heart that he recognizes her.
"You. You're Veshti's girl," he observes coolly. "Why are you-- You're here to see Laerdya. Come with me. Now."
Without the slightest hint of politeness, he takes the girl in an iron grip by the wrist and walks her out while the kitchen staff stare helplessly on. She's not being harmed as long as she walks with him and doesn't struggle, and Veshti has warned her to submit to Luther unless he actively tries to hurt her. So though this vexes her, she recognizes that to defy him would have painful, and possibly lethal, consequences.
[Reaction to Sunrise.]