Quanil had no idea what time it was.
There was daylight? So, okay, they had that much of a clue. Daylight. Good. First step.
What day was it? Was the day starting or ending?
They'd gotten lost in the Guildhall again. Not physically; it was fairly hard to do that, actually. But they'd started transcribing a book, copying fading text onto new paper with fresh ink. And the book had been interesting, and they'd stopped copying and started reading and then they'd felt guilty about that and resumed copying (after finishing reading the entire thing) and now...
Now they were nominally heading back to sleep somewhere that wasn't the floor of the Guildhall. They paused when they saw a familiar face - Labs, lobs, LIBBS, that was it - and their brow furrowed at the dark cloak just... hanging there behind her.
Cloak hanging on nothing. Hood up though, so it was hung by the hood? Or... no it had shoes, too. Someone had been very polite to hang their cloak up and take their shoes off, only they'd done it in the middle of the street, where someone could just trip over the stuff. Someone like Libbs! Oh no!
"Libbs! Libbs, don't trip over the cloak! A-and the shoes!"
Sleep-deprived Quanil is an even stranger Quanil
There was daylight? So, okay, they had that much of a clue. Daylight. Good. First step.
What day was it? Was the day starting or ending?
They'd gotten lost in the Guildhall again. Not physically; it was fairly hard to do that, actually. But they'd started transcribing a book, copying fading text onto new paper with fresh ink. And the book had been interesting, and they'd stopped copying and started reading and then they'd felt guilty about that and resumed copying (after finishing reading the entire thing) and now...
Now they were nominally heading back to sleep somewhere that wasn't the floor of the Guildhall. They paused when they saw a familiar face - Labs, lobs, LIBBS, that was it - and their brow furrowed at the dark cloak just... hanging there behind her.
Cloak hanging on nothing. Hood up though, so it was hung by the hood? Or... no it had shoes, too. Someone had been very polite to hang their cloak up and take their shoes off, only they'd done it in the middle of the street, where someone could just trip over the stuff. Someone like Libbs! Oh no!
"Libbs! Libbs, don't trip over the cloak! A-and the shoes!"
Sleep-deprived Quanil is an even stranger Quanil
