It was late in the afternoon and the sun cast long shadows over the grounds.
Cautiously Tvivel approached the church. Guardians were paranoid, scary bastards and being one of them just made you realize how scary they were. Breathing calmly was a one step of the time exercise while the church towered over the tall read head.
Getting here had been like first day in high school. Three changes of clothes, to find something that didn't make her look stupid, silly, or pretentious. Once again ending up looking like a nice office girl.
And then a half an hour of angst getting sublimal sign right, that she didn't know were the were they same her or not. Small things used to get a message across at a crowed town meting without ever needing to speak a word. A rust red nail polish showing she was looking fpr answers, two brass hairpins that show that she was a Mastigos and only a Apprentice....
She walked up to the huge front doors and knocked thrice with steady and distinct thuds.
And waited.
And waited,
And knocked again.
And waited.
Well to bad. She got her camera put from the bag, a few ziplock bags and plastic files, backed a bunch of step and snapped a photo of the church doors, picked up some gravel and grass from beside the path, and wrote something on the back of the card.
Just as good to spend some time snapping photos of the HQ a crying archive. There might be protection keeping her from scrying, but for future needs when the protraction for some reason might not be a problem, it could still be useful to have in handy.
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