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| Subject: Different sorts of People [Gabriel Labas/Gran] Sun Nov 22, 2015 10:23 am | |
| "Danielle? Are you okay?" The girl was jerked out of her daydreaming by the sudden voice behind her. Oh, it was just Joyce, a fellow soldier of hers. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. I just... N-nevermind. It's nothing to worry about." She started, looking back at the concerned look on her peer's face. "You sure? You've been out of it all day. Perhaps you should just go home earlier. We can cover the rest for you." How fortunate of her to have such considerate people around her. "Don't worry, we'll explain the situation to Gerald once he comes around. Just go home and get some rest, okay?" Danielle nodded in response. "Thank you, Joyce. I owe you one." Yeah, perhaps she just needed some time off... Over the last couple of weeks, Danielle had been working overtime for the most part, since the birthday of the maidens was coming up shortly, she had to earn her days off for then... This paticular day, everyone had been looking at her with slight worry, usually commenting on how pale or tired she looked. Danielle normally just ignored it, but Joyce had always been very good at persuading her... Perhaps it was because of her tone of voice or something else, but regardless, it worked on Danielle. "See you when I get better." Danielle waved goodbye, as she left the training facility and headed back to the Tennfjord house. She did feel rather bad for leaving them behind like that, but... she was in no condition to do soldier work at present. She wasn't ill, really. Just really, really worn out after several days of almost non-stop patrols around town and whatnot was enough to take the wind out of almost anyone. She couldn't really go to bed now either, as there were still things left for her to do at home, and such...
So, on her way, she stopped by a café, ordering a hot cup of latte to keep her eyes open long enough so she could do the chores back home... Life as a soldier was tough, there was no denying that. And there she sat, waiting for her cup of latte. | |
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