Post by athenodora on Jul 16, 2010 0:42:52 GMT -5
New discoveries meant a busy guard, everyone trying to plan things out while the Cullen’s seemed to loom in the back of everyone’s mind. Luckily she only had to be involved in decision making if she wanted to, or if it was extremely important – and even luckier, that was rare. Brushing her blonde hair out of her face as she stood in the tower, eyes peering out a window without really seeing, Athenodora allowed her mind to wander. Caius was busy, she assumed, and therefore she was trying to stay out of his way. She wasn’t sure he’d mind if she listened in on his plans, but she really tried not to. She could have been drawing, but finding something worth sketching out just didn’t seem to be working at the moment. Rereading books she’d gone through a million times over had its own draw backs, such as she knew most of them by heart and didn’t need to read them anymore.
Tapping a long nail on the window sill, her eyes drifted away from the window and towards where the thrones sat. It was so tempting to just go find her guard and go shopping, or to find one of the female members of the guard and drag them along with her. She wasn’t entirely sure where Sulpicia was, because if she had her way, it would probably be her.
Turning away from the window, Athenodora wandered into the throne room quietly, so as to keep from interrupting anything that may have been happening. Luckily, it seemed quiet enough, so she slowly made her way over near the thrones. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything…” she muttered quietly, red eyes drifting around the large room. Stopping a few feet short of her husband’s throne, she adjusted her cloak as she peered around.
Tapping a long nail on the window sill, her eyes drifted away from the window and towards where the thrones sat. It was so tempting to just go find her guard and go shopping, or to find one of the female members of the guard and drag them along with her. She wasn’t entirely sure where Sulpicia was, because if she had her way, it would probably be her.
Turning away from the window, Athenodora wandered into the throne room quietly, so as to keep from interrupting anything that may have been happening. Luckily, it seemed quiet enough, so she slowly made her way over near the thrones. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything…” she muttered quietly, red eyes drifting around the large room. Stopping a few feet short of her husband’s throne, she adjusted her cloak as she peered around.