(none of this is a typical writing style or format of mine but im trying something new)
A letter is sent to
Evangeline Primrose
The Quicksand, Room 307
Thanalan, City of Ul'dah, Eorzea
In it contains the time, date, and address of a meeting place of Otto's choosing. Cordial, worded warmly, he invites he for a sit down meeting to address her progress, the Ball, a host of issues. He promises of gifts to come and aide to be rendered.
Otto is at one of his offices, down Emerald Lane - cloistered away from the derelict parts of Ul'Dah. Its almost dusty in the reception area, a rarely used and unmoving time capsule from when it was first furnished and put together. Truthfully Otto rarely used it, and he keeps it nominally staffed with a single, Tafetta adorned secretary. She works scarce few hours a week greeting anyone who can get on this side of town and wishing to deliver messages, set appointments, anything secretarial really.
Behind the reception desk, past double doors that swing on hinges, is one of his more personal workspaces. It is a disaster zone of tools, benches, work spaces, dye and stains and paints on a bare concrete floor. Wood frames, mannequins, racks filled with rolls of fabric of every color and texture, a small and modest coal-fueled forge he uses for precious metals and his jeweling; everything he would need to work and design - mostly design nowadays with less work. He has been taking on jobs solely for artistic rigor and merit - foregoing monetary gains, and even accepting losses for the need to do meaningful or challenging commissions.
His secretary sits bored, elbows propped on a desk and her face in her hands as she looks out to the street through the office-front's glass
Evangeline Primrose should have received his Starlight gifts. He had designed it almost entirely himself, an outfit designed to show off her form in its elegance - and to his more base desires. She should hopefully be arriving within the bell for a sit-down meeting. He paced around his office and work-room at first, in his bright pink suit and red gloves and shoes, his 'typical' outfit - but finally sat down and quieted as he did his 'meditation' routine of sorts he has developed over time to deal with impatience.
Now to think of nothing, do nothing, and sit quietly with eyes closed as I wait for my guest to arrive.
A letter is sent to
Evangeline Primrose
The Quicksand, Room 307
Thanalan, City of Ul'dah, Eorzea
In it contains the time, date, and address of a meeting place of Otto's choosing. Cordial, worded warmly, he invites he for a sit down meeting to address her progress, the Ball, a host of issues. He promises of gifts to come and aide to be rendered.
Otto is at one of his offices, down Emerald Lane - cloistered away from the derelict parts of Ul'Dah. Its almost dusty in the reception area, a rarely used and unmoving time capsule from when it was first furnished and put together. Truthfully Otto rarely used it, and he keeps it nominally staffed with a single, Tafetta adorned secretary. She works scarce few hours a week greeting anyone who can get on this side of town and wishing to deliver messages, set appointments, anything secretarial really.
Behind the reception desk, past double doors that swing on hinges, is one of his more personal workspaces. It is a disaster zone of tools, benches, work spaces, dye and stains and paints on a bare concrete floor. Wood frames, mannequins, racks filled with rolls of fabric of every color and texture, a small and modest coal-fueled forge he uses for precious metals and his jeweling; everything he would need to work and design - mostly design nowadays with less work. He has been taking on jobs solely for artistic rigor and merit - foregoing monetary gains, and even accepting losses for the need to do meaningful or challenging commissions.
His secretary sits bored, elbows propped on a desk and her face in her hands as she looks out to the street through the office-front's glass
Evangeline Primrose should have received his Starlight gifts. He had designed it almost entirely himself, an outfit designed to show off her form in its elegance - and to his more base desires. She should hopefully be arriving within the bell for a sit-down meeting. He paced around his office and work-room at first, in his bright pink suit and red gloves and shoes, his 'typical' outfit - but finally sat down and quieted as he did his 'meditation' routine of sorts he has developed over time to deal with impatience.
Now to think of nothing, do nothing, and sit quietly with eyes closed as I wait for my guest to arrive.
