This year, so far, has been remarkably quiet in the city. It’s as if Fate has decided to give us all time to recover from the Dark Aether horror of late last year. The weather was snowy, but not terribly so, and not as cold as last winter. The Militia has not been needed for anything. Really, the worst that’s happened is the double loss of Miss Elleon’s properties. Granted, Mariah told me recently about the strange disappearance of Captain Static of Armada, but I don’t imagine that that will impact us much.
So what have I been doing? Not a great deal, really. I’ve continued with my photographic work for Mrs. Breezy’s balls, and for the Aether Salons, and assisted Baron Wulfenbach in coordinating those Salons since he began overseeing them. I made my delayed visit to my parents–giving them a much edited version of what happened last year. (I’m not sure how much they read between the lines, though.) And I’ve simply…rested.
Even the impending Oiling Festival hadn’t been enough to stir me much. It is, after all, one thing to create a crude snow sculpture, and quite another to create something for the Festival. I didn’t imagine that there’d be much to make me busy, beyond more photography, and judging in the category the Consulate is sponsoring.
Ahh, but there is that charitable fundraising in which we participate every year. Mrs. Breezy has been wonderful in overseeing the fundraising side the past few years, but it is time for her to rest from such labors. Clockwinder Tenk asked for volunteers at the Town Hall meeting. I didn’t say anything at the time, but waited a few days to see what would happen.
No one stepped forward. And so, I have.
What have I done?
I would guess that what I imagine I’m getting myself into isn’t half of what I actually *will* be getting into. I just hope I can find people to give me support, as Mrs. Breezy had over the years. Otherwise, this could get very difficult, very fast.
Well. No sense borrowing trouble. Time to face this squarely, do what needs to be done now, and think of and solicit ideas for the near future.
“This year, so far, has been remarkably quiet in the city.”
… and then, the seas swelled, thunder CRASHED, THE PILLARS OF HEAVEN SHOOK, THE EARTH QUAKED, A DOOR SLAMMED, A MAID SCREAMED AND FIREY DEATH RAINED DOWN FROM THE SKY!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
(If you don’t like the weather, just wait five minutes. If you don’t like that building on the corner, wait ten.)
I think this winter was too death defying that even the usual baddies decided to take a break. But now I am beginning to think it’s too quiet.