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The capital is boring.
Why is the capital boring? It's the capital! It should have interesting people in it! But noo, everyone she's met so far has been an idiot. Mostly not even an entertaining idiot, just a boring idiot who thinks she should be impressed by their whatever, like, no, in order to impress her you can start by not being an idiot.
On the plus side, the party has free booze, so that's nice.
That seems like a sensible use of one's time when one is a millennia-old immortal. Siva will sit here and compose stories until she gets tired of that, and then she goes back down to where the language materials are and looks up more vocabulary, and when she has made as much progress as she comfortably can for the moment she escapes back to the modernist stuff on the eighth floor.
The eighth floor has many relatively recent books and she can read any of them that she likes. What a good library.
Such a good library! Such a good rest for her brain after all those language books.
At some point she notices that she is hungry again and goes off for some meal that shall remain unlabeled in order to spare it the indignity of occurring at what is surely an inappropriate time for whatever label could be applied to it.
The dining table does not judge her. It produces food when she sits down and vanishes it when she stands up.
Oh good.
She vaguely wonders where Tanaikon is. It would have been silly to expect him to happen to eat at the same time as her, but since the last time she saw him was at a meal it does make her think of him.
...She glances out a window.
The enormous window taking up most of one wall shows a beautiful view of the lake, with the castle's shadow stretching across it as the sun descends in the west. Tanaikon is not visible out there anywhere. There are a few swans in the water.
Poor swans. Well. She knows where he's likely to be soon-ish.
Meh. No point in dwelling. Back to the library.
The library welcomes her. Well, no. The library is just sort of there. But in a welcoming way.
She appreciates the library's impersonal welcomingness. And she spends another little while beating her head against Ansati and then head back to the delicious delicious novels.
The delicious novels are extra welcoming!
Yay novels!
She reads for a while longer, makes a mental note to ask about timepieces so she can develop something reasonably approximating a schedule, since if she continues to just do everything including eating and sleeping whenever she's going to start feeling yucky eventually, and eventually goes to bed.
Bed: still the coziest.
Cruelty-free coziness!
Well, it did take cruelty to create. But that's not the poor bed's fault.
She wakes up in the morning, or at least some point in time when the sun's up, enjoys a little more luxuriating snuggle in her cozy cozy bed and not at all swan-shaped body, and gets up and dressed to go eat something.
The table is deserted again.
Makes sense. It occurs to her that he said she could say his name anywhere and he would hear, presumably she can call on him if she wants to.
She'll try looking around to see if she can find any timepieces on her own, first. Why not explore a bit, that sounds fun.
The castle is lovely and well-decorated and does in fact contain several clocks! There isn't one in her guest room in particular, but there are in a few of the neighbouring ones.
It is two hours before noon!
Ooh, she got up in the actual morning! Nice!
She can't exactly schedule when she wakes up except by scheduling when she goes to sleep. After some consideration she decides to schedule things a few hours later than she would be naively inclined, considering how...nocturnal...some things are here.
The clocks can neither judge nor congratulate her.
Inanimate objects are like that.
She considers her options and the facts at hand, and decides to Library for a few hours. Memorise some more Ansati and then go read some novel.
She is left alone to do exactly that.
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