The Antiquities Society
Eosi slipped out of bed, her eyes having cracked open just moments previous. The curvaceous woman moved with purpose. She yanked a comb through her hair and then stretched, yawning fitfully. Today was her first day of employment and she was eager to survey the inside of the facility. The day previous she’d paid the Society a visit, but only very briefly. The Akalak proprietor in question was a priest of Eyris named Maltar. He was polite, helpful and left her with a hopeful outlook. Kara the Secretary and Deven the Treasurer seemed just as enthusiastic about her employment, but the relationship between the three of them struck her as odd. Despite the literature left in her room, she had a difficult time wrapping her mind around the surrogate system. Navikak women were perpetually pregnant and always at high risk, unless they were Konti or Kelvic. It seemed almost unfair to draft human women into the service. The idea of mating constantly in exchange for special treatment struck her as eerily close to prostitution. That however, was her biased opinion.
Eosi touched her ribs with disdain. After work perhaps a trip to the Blue Bull was in order. Some greasy tavern food might serve to get her back up to fighting weight. Her unclad form was just too thin. She hastily pulled her clothes on, this time a full black cape over a simple, golden dress. In combination with her dark hose and brown boots, she felt simple yet elegant. Gold suited her well. Once satisfactorily put together, Eosi swept out of Godiva’s Refuge and into the streets of Riverfall.
The Society was on the other side of town, across the waterfall. Eosi loved admiring the domed architecture; it was a truly unique facet to Akalak culture. She made a mental note to explore the place more thoroughly when she had a moment to breathe. Being in motion suited her, but it quickly became overwhelming. Eosi was the type to take on everything, all at once with no complaint whatsoever. Burning the candle at both ends as a student had once weakened her so badly that she’d fallen very ill for a half a season. For that reason the Inarta was far more cautious in moderating her work habits. It was hard to be a workaholic when you were bedridden.
Before long she reached the courtyard, where the eerie and yet beautiful statue sat. The two sky creatures were locked in a heated meal on an innocent-looking gazelle, the scene forever preserved in stone. It was a pleasant and gruesome reminder of Mizaharian nature. The world represented the creatures and humans represented the gazelle. If a person wasn’t careful, they too could become an example. She’d come to grips with that rigid fact long ago. Watching her Mother fall to pieces had been enough of a lesson.
Upon entering, Eosi admired the well-kept museum that stood before her. The meticulous sense of neatness was nearly overwhelming. She loved the hard work reflected in each exhibit. The willful child in her urged to touch things she shouldn’t and shamefully she ignored it. Instead she moved toward the stairs to ascend to the office aspect of the many faceted building. Before she could hope to do any work at all, she’d have to get situated. She made the ascent with deliberate slowness, savoring the new experience.
When she finally whisked up into the hallway, a very pregnant Kara Bloomsheart stood waiting and ready to show her about. Eosi knew she’d be the one to usher her around, being the only member to boast a perfect memory. It was a valuable tool in a world filled with nothing but labels, displays and paperwork. “Welcome again, Eosi,” she said warmly. The young redhead offered no comment except a polite incline of her head, unwilling to speak. She was still getting a handle on the dark-haired beauty. Kara gestured to for her to follow and set off down the corridor. Eosi kept in stride with her counterpart, wondering how she kept that smile in place. Being pregnant was an altogether unpleasant experience, or so she’d heard.
They stopped before a heavy door with a fine golden handle. “This will be your office for as along as you’re with us,” the secretary said. Eosi reached out and let herself in. The room was clean and spacious with a window looking out the side of the building. She allowed a small twitch of her lips at the pleasure it brought... Her very own space to exist and work as she pleased. She sighed and entered leisurely, taking a wide turn to survey the place. There was a sturdy-looking desk, a wooden chair and little else. After a few moments scrutiny, the Inarta looked back to her guide. “Thank you,” she said with a bit of honey in her tone. Kara seemed to appreciate it, as she answered in kind. “No problem. Let me know if you need anything.” It was her cue to gracefully depart.
Eosi sighed deeply, a fulfilled sigh. It was time to get started.
3rd Day of Winter, 512 AV
Eosi slipped out of bed, her eyes having cracked open just moments previous. The curvaceous woman moved with purpose. She yanked a comb through her hair and then stretched, yawning fitfully. Today was her first day of employment and she was eager to survey the inside of the facility. The day previous she’d paid the Society a visit, but only very briefly. The Akalak proprietor in question was a priest of Eyris named Maltar. He was polite, helpful and left her with a hopeful outlook. Kara the Secretary and Deven the Treasurer seemed just as enthusiastic about her employment, but the relationship between the three of them struck her as odd. Despite the literature left in her room, she had a difficult time wrapping her mind around the surrogate system. Navikak women were perpetually pregnant and always at high risk, unless they were Konti or Kelvic. It seemed almost unfair to draft human women into the service. The idea of mating constantly in exchange for special treatment struck her as eerily close to prostitution. That however, was her biased opinion.
Eosi touched her ribs with disdain. After work perhaps a trip to the Blue Bull was in order. Some greasy tavern food might serve to get her back up to fighting weight. Her unclad form was just too thin. She hastily pulled her clothes on, this time a full black cape over a simple, golden dress. In combination with her dark hose and brown boots, she felt simple yet elegant. Gold suited her well. Once satisfactorily put together, Eosi swept out of Godiva’s Refuge and into the streets of Riverfall.
The Society was on the other side of town, across the waterfall. Eosi loved admiring the domed architecture; it was a truly unique facet to Akalak culture. She made a mental note to explore the place more thoroughly when she had a moment to breathe. Being in motion suited her, but it quickly became overwhelming. Eosi was the type to take on everything, all at once with no complaint whatsoever. Burning the candle at both ends as a student had once weakened her so badly that she’d fallen very ill for a half a season. For that reason the Inarta was far more cautious in moderating her work habits. It was hard to be a workaholic when you were bedridden.
Before long she reached the courtyard, where the eerie and yet beautiful statue sat. The two sky creatures were locked in a heated meal on an innocent-looking gazelle, the scene forever preserved in stone. It was a pleasant and gruesome reminder of Mizaharian nature. The world represented the creatures and humans represented the gazelle. If a person wasn’t careful, they too could become an example. She’d come to grips with that rigid fact long ago. Watching her Mother fall to pieces had been enough of a lesson.
Upon entering, Eosi admired the well-kept museum that stood before her. The meticulous sense of neatness was nearly overwhelming. She loved the hard work reflected in each exhibit. The willful child in her urged to touch things she shouldn’t and shamefully she ignored it. Instead she moved toward the stairs to ascend to the office aspect of the many faceted building. Before she could hope to do any work at all, she’d have to get situated. She made the ascent with deliberate slowness, savoring the new experience.
When she finally whisked up into the hallway, a very pregnant Kara Bloomsheart stood waiting and ready to show her about. Eosi knew she’d be the one to usher her around, being the only member to boast a perfect memory. It was a valuable tool in a world filled with nothing but labels, displays and paperwork. “Welcome again, Eosi,” she said warmly. The young redhead offered no comment except a polite incline of her head, unwilling to speak. She was still getting a handle on the dark-haired beauty. Kara gestured to for her to follow and set off down the corridor. Eosi kept in stride with her counterpart, wondering how she kept that smile in place. Being pregnant was an altogether unpleasant experience, or so she’d heard.
They stopped before a heavy door with a fine golden handle. “This will be your office for as along as you’re with us,” the secretary said. Eosi reached out and let herself in. The room was clean and spacious with a window looking out the side of the building. She allowed a small twitch of her lips at the pleasure it brought... Her very own space to exist and work as she pleased. She sighed and entered leisurely, taking a wide turn to survey the place. There was a sturdy-looking desk, a wooden chair and little else. After a few moments scrutiny, the Inarta looked back to her guide. “Thank you,” she said with a bit of honey in her tone. Kara seemed to appreciate it, as she answered in kind. “No problem. Let me know if you need anything.” It was her cue to gracefully depart.
Eosi sighed deeply, a fulfilled sigh. It was time to get started.