#who is a gift to darling hunk and quite possibly one of my favorite creations

[knightnightwrite]

WIP Wednesday

i am late as always but this time!!! bc my 7 y old laptop is down for the count—tagged by @lemon-embalmer and tagging @everybodyknows-everybodydies (light and love of my life and i need to get caught up on ur stuff im weeping) @bwayfan25 @takemetomyfragiledreams and anyone else that would like to do it!

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The work of a scribe’s assistant was never truly done, even if her lengthy Tasks of the Day list, written in their bizarrely elegant scrawl that could never quite manage conciseness, indicated no further tasks remained.

She walked away from the Dunmeri scribe’s ostentatious, billowing mushroom home, and her muscles celebrated even in their pained howling as she made her way home.

The triumph of a day finished left her feeling underwhelmed. Short-term tasks were easily celebrated, but she knew her mentor’s current project was nearly complete. To have the scribe floating between texts, attention wandering like a child—she shuddered. She’d sooner stumble into mammoth cheese and ten angry giants than deal with her mentor stuck only with the necessary academic commissions and articles.

It wouldn’t be for much longer, helping power through the less interesting things in favor of the scribe’s specialty.

She wouldn’t let it be.