Eyes On The Prize, Fingers In The Ears (Alex)

[Ellen Orland]

As if it was news to everyone, Ellen was vastly proud of her family and by extension her family house, BaManornior was not just a house, it was a fortress. A landmark in the capital, Seasons will come and go. Buildings would crumble and upheaval would come as a result….but Banks mannor would stay there until the en of days….


So you could imagine...how defensive Ellen was and protective of her home….she had….reservations about letting someone….like...HER into her house.


Sure, she apparently came highly recommended or so her father said, but Ellen didn’t share that opinion, Sure she came highly recommended….but Ellen was willing to bet that she had never had had been in a house like this...How could anyone really trust her to keep her grubby little hands to herself.


Fortunately Ellen had taken it upon herself to keep a very special eye on the girl to make sure she didn’t still anything that didn’t belong to her, hence when Ellen discovered that Alex was dusting the liabrary, she just happened to be in the same room longing on a sofa with a book square on her lap throwing suspecious glances at the girl every once in awhile "Missed a spot" She muttered calmly turning a page

[Alexandra Sawyer]

Alex didn't have any problem with being removed from her duties as a courier for the Enclave. While she thoroughly enjoyed being able to wander freely about the city (of which she still found full of wondrous sights) there was something to be said about not fearing getting lost in the maze of streets and districts. Having a set plan to traverse that was followed by a job with clearly defined tasks helped keep Alex grounded and focused.

All in all, Alex didn't even mind being in the presence of nobles. She was small and quiet enough to hardly be noticed and when she was it was usually one of them directing her to another task to be completed and little else. It was a simple, modest living that Alex was strangely attracted to. Tending to Lady Orland's bedchambers carried an oddly satisfying appeal, even if the young noble was... cantankerous at times.

While she quietly fluttered about the chambers, tidying up and performing her usual duties of maintaining the fire warming the expansive rooms that made up Lady Orland's quarters, Alex would only smile politely and offer a nod at Ellen's direction. Nothing the noble said seemed to irritate or drag down the plucky mage. She simply continued along, performing her duties in spite of having to go back to clean sections that were already spotless.

With her mind focused, Alex quickly lost herself with the tasks at hand. As was all too common for her, Alex began to sing. It was quiet at first, her deceptively soft and smooth voice beginning to tell an epic, sweeping romantic tale. Lost within the whimsical words, Alex continued poking at the scorched ashes in the fireplace, readying the embers for another log.

[Ellen Orland]

Urg. She was just so happy and pleasant wasn’t she? Just so happy, happy happy. God so sickening wasn’t she? Just so enlessly happy and perky , what does she have to smile about? The fact that Ellen’s room was probably far more nice and luxurious than any room that she’s probably has ever seen.



Yeah drink it in..maid, maybe when you leave you can tell all of your freak friends what it was like to step in a room where you actually had space to breath in….



Ellen rolled her eyes at that little smile making a dismissive gesture with her hands motioning for her to get on with it as she returned to her book, frowning a little at the sounds coming from the maids mouth. Great now she was talking to herself…



Can never get good help these days could you?

[Alexandra Sawyer]

Alex truly was always happy. Sure, her life was modest and unspectacular (mystical adeptness aside) but it suited her and served as a stark contrast to the fear and heartache that defined her existence before she'd landed in Goldcrest just a few months prior. She was largely a pleasant person not because she hadn't felt the harsh sting of a rough life, but rather because of her struggles. Any day Alex didn't have to live in fear of rogue mage hunters or bearing witness to her parent's murder was a good day in Alex's book.

The soft, gentle voice paused just long enough for Alex to stand upright in front of the fireplace and tie her long hair back in a loose tail with a brilliant, canary yellow ribbon. With her hair taken care of, Alex returned to tending the fire. She reached out and plucked a small log from the rack nearby and carefully tossed it onto the still smoldering embers. The singing resumed as Alex started poking and prodding the log to stoke the fire. She picked up where she left off with the song, utterly oblivious to the glaring young woman behind her.