Celestia - Mundane Day in the Life of Cel

[Domina]

*Cel leaves Ishtar's temple after a massage to work on her hip issue and makes her way out of Morell to the boatman. She sighs lightly as she rubs her arm. It was still a bit sore and her body felt released after the massage. Her walk is slow and the wind blows through her long let-down hair. It flows all around her as her gaze seems distant and keeps ahead. Her sword hums softly in some tunes and she nods to it with a smile.

The light shines through the trees in Utu's dawning rise. Her path is practically illuminated by the breaking rays through the trees. Cel makes her way to the boatman and she stands there quietly for a moment, looking on nothing in particular and the boatman calls her name. She looks on him and nods with a smile as she boards.

The boat flows slowly through the water as each stroke from his maneuvering swishes softly in the water. Cel's hand is slowly put in the water and it opens up as her fingers pass into it. The water forming through her fingers while the boat makes its way. She looks on the light's reflection off the water's beauty. Cel can't help but smile a bit at this.

The boat docks near Lendose and she hops off the boat lightly. She passes the Bridge Troll as a sound blast pushes it into the water and it struggles to get out, Cel already down the road by the time it recovers. The path past the wyverns is quiet also as the mating pairs mind themselves in the heat of summer. She smiles as the Wyverns move about with no care for those around them. The Old Road is quiet with the broken up fortification and wonder of what it was once before makes her curious.

The pathway up to Ravenwatch is longer than usual and a guard helps her open the massive doors. She makes her way up the stairs after getting some mail from RavenCrest's innkeeper. The door to her room is a slight annoyance to open but it surrenders to her after a moment.

Her room is quiet and organized except for the books…she never liked organizing them. Maybe she was just lazy. The keys clack on the wood as she throws them on the wooden table. Cel looks on the map of the battlefield and makes some updated checks and scratches on it, and once satisfied with it she takes a moment to write in her diary in an odd language. Maybe not so much the language but based on how the Celestial language SOUNDED like. She didn't honestly know how to write a language she's never seen written. regardless, she did as such. With a slam the diary is closed when done.

Cel looks to her closet next and shuffles through her clothes. She takes a bin out of the closet of left over material she would use to make small clothes and scarfs for children and organizes them by color. Some of the older dresses and such that don't fit anymore since her growth spurt is removed and put aside lazily. Some of her shoes are put on top of the dresses based on the same reasoning.

Once satisfied with the cleaning, the remaining dresses stay on the bed as she sits on the edge and holds her legs closely together and hides her face between them. She keeps as such for a little while with some sobs and crying as she thinks of some past things and present. After about thirty minutes of such she wipes her eyes and cleans herself up while looking in the mirror. She adjusts her hair and cleans up her face and a smile and nod to the mirror confirms she is ready to show herself to the world again.

Cel locks the door as she leaves and adjusts her armor/gear slightly so its snug and goes down the stairs. The light of afternoon summer sun is bright and her path leads to the Temple of Utu. Climbing down the ladder is always a random task. One time she remembers slipping off it and landing flat on her butt…she was embarrassed, needless to say. Another time a step broke and she almost fell down…she had to replace the ladder of course. Cel sits by the chalice and speaks her heart and soul for about two hours. She walks around, laughs, gives girlish rants, and goes through a wide range of emotions as she talks to the Chalice. A kiss is given to the Chalice as she finishes her rant and Prayers as she makes her way back up the ladder carefully.

At this point its reaching evening and she goes to the edge of the city outskirts to help the giants out by picking some of the plants and food they collect…when they didn't ignore her or shoo her away. She made sure some stayed off the road in the least.
She goes to the lake and decides to go for a swim. The warmth of the water is delightful and pure bliss comes over her as she floats and partially sun bathes. After an hour or so in the lake she makes her way to the Sacred Grove where she spends an hour or so with Lagnapis and they share joys about the grove. She smiles to her father figure and makes her way off.
Then she visits Selchis in Perallia's Temple for a few moments before she goes back to work. Selchis works really hard and she loves her sister like friend.

Cel then makes her way to RavenCrest to have an early dinner with Erica and they laugh and share stories and possible things to do for the Champions of Light and others. They do that for about another two hours and its just about dusk as they go to the temple and say a quick prayer before parting ways again. Erica does a lot despite her attitude towards some people, but its understood and she feels the same at times. She was an amazing little girl.

The evening is calm and a warm gust of wind slips through her ponytail. Cel goes to the palace and leaves a letter with updated events and such of the Ladies for Goldevia and makes her way back to the inn. She opens the door to RavenCrest and moves up stairs. A little Hezrou. They fight upstairs with a rustling and she makes quick work of the demon as it vanishes. She gets a cloth and some water and spends an hour cleaning up the blood and returns to her room. She has to struggle with the door a bit…

Once in the small room, her armor is removed and placed under her bed for easy enough access later if anything came up. At least she could have a few minutes to throw on the breast plate in the least. Elios goes to his corner neat the stand and keeps its constant humming with a few tunes here and there to communicate wit Cel as she speaks to it occasionally. More notes are made in her diary. The bed is then sat on as she relaxes nude in the heat of the room for a while and pulls out a few items and lays them out across the bed, practicing her Spellcraft ability and her understanding of magical objects. The lesson is an hour and shorter than normal as she yawns and grows tired. The items go back to her drawer.

A blue night gown, remade, is pulled from the closet and she slides it on over her slender body quickly. The bed retains a hold from a previous attack and she sighs as some feathers try to escape from it. The hole is plugged shortly with a piece of discarded thick fabric and soon she lean's against the head of the bed. She holds her legs together closely and puts her chin on them for as she ponders about some things. She gets a smile occasionally, a frown for a moment, a tear maybe, a giggle at a funny thought…its a complex half hour of random thinking for the young lady…

Once past her thoughts she writes in her diary once more and goes to lay down. She stares into the mirror for a few minutes and whispers a small conversation with Elios as it hums back. She smiles to the mirror then turns out the lights and turns away from the mirror. She holds a big pillow in her arms and legs for comfort and takes the second pillow for her head. Its too hot so she doesn't use the blankets. She stares in the dark for an hour as sleep takes its sweet time coming over her. Cel gets up and opens the window for some air and lays back down as she was again, cuddling up tightly with the pillow…and finally…sleep comes over the calm blond celestial beauty. There are no dreams this night…all is mundane this evening…

Morning comes and Cel wakes up with a smile and her day begins again for what ever may come...