7 Chirreb 4385: Concerned
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delight_in_wtOne might think that having a method of potentially instantaneous communication with one's friends and relations who are in harm's way would put one's mind at ease. After all, instead of the loved one being out of touch for weeks or even months at a time, during which any number of dangers or disasters might have befallen said person, one may receive daily or even more frequent updates to reassure one of their continued good health.
As it turns out, however, it just gives me more opportunities to fret. Of course, there are any number of perfectly harmless reasons why my good Delight-in-Flight might have ended her entry of the previous morning so abruptly. And it is churlish of me to hover over this scroll, anxiously awaiting word, when I would not even have it to hover over it were it not for her. So. I am not hovering over it. Well, technically, I am hovering over it at the moment, as I am Khtsoyis and hovering does come naturally. But I am doing so in order to pen a missive myself and not merely in the hopes of seeing a note from Delight-in-Flight. I am confident that all is well and she is merely too preoccupied with various adventuring affairs to recall her scroll at the moment. In another day or two, no doubt she shall regale us with the full story in her customary detail.
You're not believing a word of this, are you?
Right, then.
To my pleasure and surprise, the other members of Don't Go in It's a Tarp! have accepted the engagement offered by Pinsitter, and thus we have another live performance scheduled for eleven days hence. We've been trying to squeeze in more time for rehearsals, which is never as easy as one would hope. Managed our regular one two nights ago, and have another scheduled for tomorrow night. We'd considered tonight but decided on tomorrow because Orziman and Ioste had a conflict. In retrospect, I am relieved it was not tonight. I hesitate to write this, but I do believe my tentacles are too weary to drum this eve. This morning, the foreman had us unloading an airship just in from Mrirea, laden with a full load of unrendered krie carapaces. As we were down to the last half-dozen crates, the ship's first mate returned and launched into an apoplectic rage. He hailed the guards, accused us of thievery, insisted that in no wise was the ship to be unloaded and that Daukrhame was merely a stop on the way to Oorah Thrassen which is their cargo's actual destination and how dare we?
The foreman calmed the first mate down sufficiently as to avoid injury or imprisonment for anyone, and took him off to get the paperwork sorted out at dockmaster's office. But in the mean time, we were instructed to begin reloading at once. Which we did began with all dispatch, putting a couple of other airships behind schedule. As we were two-thirds done reloading, the captain, foreman, and first mate all returned. The captain had received a better offer in Daukrhame for the krie carapaces and did, as it happened, want them unloaded here. After all.
The foreman stopped us re-loading and put their ship at the bottom of the schedule. Which means we still have two-thirds of a cargo hold of krie carapaces to heave about for the third time, but at least we didn't have to do it today. We did have to catch up on the ships that had been waiting, however. I understand the cost of the Excessive Labor wages will be covered by the ship's captain. Possibly out of the wages of the first mate. I think that's what we're all hoping for, in any event.
Although I am hoping more for your safety and well-being, Delight-in-Flight. Do write soon, if only a sentence to say "I am well."
As it turns out, however, it just gives me more opportunities to fret. Of course, there are any number of perfectly harmless reasons why my good Delight-in-Flight might have ended her entry of the previous morning so abruptly. And it is churlish of me to hover over this scroll, anxiously awaiting word, when I would not even have it to hover over it were it not for her. So. I am not hovering over it. Well, technically, I am hovering over it at the moment, as I am Khtsoyis and hovering does come naturally. But I am doing so in order to pen a missive myself and not merely in the hopes of seeing a note from Delight-in-Flight. I am confident that all is well and she is merely too preoccupied with various adventuring affairs to recall her scroll at the moment. In another day or two, no doubt she shall regale us with the full story in her customary detail.
You're not believing a word of this, are you?
Right, then.
To my pleasure and surprise, the other members of Don't Go in It's a Tarp! have accepted the engagement offered by Pinsitter, and thus we have another live performance scheduled for eleven days hence. We've been trying to squeeze in more time for rehearsals, which is never as easy as one would hope. Managed our regular one two nights ago, and have another scheduled for tomorrow night. We'd considered tonight but decided on tomorrow because Orziman and Ioste had a conflict. In retrospect, I am relieved it was not tonight. I hesitate to write this, but I do believe my tentacles are too weary to drum this eve. This morning, the foreman had us unloading an airship just in from Mrirea, laden with a full load of unrendered krie carapaces. As we were down to the last half-dozen crates, the ship's first mate returned and launched into an apoplectic rage. He hailed the guards, accused us of thievery, insisted that in no wise was the ship to be unloaded and that Daukrhame was merely a stop on the way to Oorah Thrassen which is their cargo's actual destination and how dare we?
The foreman calmed the first mate down sufficiently as to avoid injury or imprisonment for anyone, and took him off to get the paperwork sorted out at dockmaster's office. But in the mean time, we were instructed to begin reloading at once. Which we did began with all dispatch, putting a couple of other airships behind schedule. As we were two-thirds done reloading, the captain, foreman, and first mate all returned. The captain had received a better offer in Daukrhame for the krie carapaces and did, as it happened, want them unloaded here. After all.
The foreman stopped us re-loading and put their ship at the bottom of the schedule. Which means we still have two-thirds of a cargo hold of krie carapaces to heave about for the third time, but at least we didn't have to do it today. We did have to catch up on the ships that had been waiting, however. I understand the cost of the Excessive Labor wages will be covered by the ship's captain. Possibly out of the wages of the first mate. I think that's what we're all hoping for, in any event.
Although I am hoping more for your safety and well-being, Delight-in-Flight. Do write soon, if only a sentence to say "I am well."
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