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“I think that’s the last of them.” Morgana heaved a heavy sigh as put the last crate down with a thud in the foyer of Her Embrace. Behind her were a number of helpers, including Manah, Liu’a and Vahi’a, setting down their own loads, each one brimming over with a myriad of vegetables and fruits.
“ Maahn’cha Morgie, can we rest for a bit?” Manah, the young white-haired woman, looked over, silvery eyes pleading as she massaged her upper arm. “My arms ache after all the work we’ve done this evening.”
“Come nah’” A pale skinned roegadyn came up behind them with two crates, setting them down with a heafty thud. “We barely e’n started.”
“But Loetruht!” Manah turned to him and pleaded as both her brothers flattened their ears and kept out of the way. “I’m so hungry.”
"Apologies, young Manah." A tall elezen man came down the stairs, perusing a checklist. "However, we need to make sure everything is there before we can start using any of it."
The two miqo'te brothers looked nervously at one another as frustration built up in their sister.
"But… but…"
"No buts, Manah. It's not our fault that you missed a meal." Morgana said firmly, much to the dismay of the young woman. On the far side of the lounge, a pair of pale-skinned keepers sat, quietly amused by the scene unfolding, even if one of them could not see.
“Right," Morgana said after a short while. "I’m going to find Mis’to. I need his help with some of the other tasks on my never-ending list.”
"Don't forget to get me that list for The Rising!" Lucy, they hyur behind the front desk, called towards Morgana, who sighed heavily.
"Don't worry, I've not forgotten." Came the exasperated reply.
“ Maahn’cha Morgie… can you tell me if you see Rhea? I've not seen her since last night.”
The hyur turned and paused for a moment.
"You did put food out for her, right?" The tone lacked any kind of accusation; it simply searched for a confirmation.
"Of course.” The young woman nodded in response. “I don't know if she's had any yet. I've not checked."
"Alright, I'll keep my eye out."
And with that, Morgana headed off to find him.
Along the corridors and down the midlander went, checking the spots she knew Mis'to loved as she passed them. It was not until she came upon the drawing-room downstairs that she did eventually find him.
A little way through the maze of cave-formed corridors, this room was far enough away from the general hustle and bustle of the main building that it was a quiet place, often used for meetings. The decoration was simple, in keeping with a reasonably traditional Limsan aesthetic, so as to keep it somewhere people could focus. In the corner, by the window, was a dark red fabric sofa. On it lay Mis’to, sound asleep in the fading light. Morgana smiled and was about to head over to rouse him, until she noticed the sound of purring mixed in with the waves. Purring that was much too high-pitched and quiet to be Mis’to.
Sure enough, in his arms, the stretched-out, creamy form of the newest edition to Her Embrace lay content.
Perhaps I ought to leave them a little while longer.