Post by Moira ap Eiluned on Feb 10, 2014 9:36:31 GMT -8
Maggie looked once more around the now-empty apartment, and suppressed a quiet sigh. It wasn’t like she’d spent so very long here, but she got attached to any place she lived and this had been one of the nicer ones. Four months ago, when Mrs. Vorbretten had been moved into the “independent living” facility by her family, Maggie’s live-in housekeeping job had come to an abrupt end. The family had been very nice about helping her find an apartment, but it cost a little more than Maggie was comfortable with, and she hadn’t found much work since. Unemployment Insurance had barely been keeping her afloat, and she’d honestly been starting to really worry.
The phone call from Nissa came as a welcome voice from the past. It had been years since she’d heard from her, or really any other Fae. Somehow, the real world had slowly eaten up more and more of her time, and she’d had less and less time for the dreams of her childhood. The prize positions inside noble households had been taken up by far better Boggin than she; Maggie was under no illusions about her skills in that regard. So she’d moved to caring for mortal households, and that had been sufficient for years. But the world had taken a cold, dark turn about the same time that she had lost her job with Mrs. Vorbretten, and it was becoming depressingly easy to just forget….
Nissa’s call, though, had changed all that. Apparently the County of King had recently lost its County Freehold, and the business of the court had been moved to the Countess’ private residence. But the Countess had died a week ago, and so Nissa had decided to bring in a Boggin to help tend the house so that it could continue to be used by the Fae. Nissa told her the Countess had been being hunted by assassins and so had set up Nissa – now Knight of the Realm, fancy that! – as her Attorney-in-Fact in case they succeeded. Which they had. So now Nissa was looking for someone to come in and tend the residence.
Maggie hadn’t thought about it for too terribly long. She needed a job, and being around other Changelings would be a welcome blessing. She didn’t suppose it would be too terribly dangerous, all told; assassins were much safer to have around than open warfare, after all, since they claimed much less collateral damage. Given a choice between one high-ranking corpse and some bloody carpet or a half-dozen commoner corpses, broken doors and windows, and several trashed and burned rooms – the standard aftermath of a war party – Maggie knew which she preferred to clean up after.
With a snort, Maggie closed the door and locked it behind her, depositing the key in the mailbox. What possessions she had were now stored or shipped, and there was only herself to transport. A bus to the train station, a leisurely ride, and then she would call Nissa for a pick-up and get started on her new job.
The phone call from Nissa came as a welcome voice from the past. It had been years since she’d heard from her, or really any other Fae. Somehow, the real world had slowly eaten up more and more of her time, and she’d had less and less time for the dreams of her childhood. The prize positions inside noble households had been taken up by far better Boggin than she; Maggie was under no illusions about her skills in that regard. So she’d moved to caring for mortal households, and that had been sufficient for years. But the world had taken a cold, dark turn about the same time that she had lost her job with Mrs. Vorbretten, and it was becoming depressingly easy to just forget….
Nissa’s call, though, had changed all that. Apparently the County of King had recently lost its County Freehold, and the business of the court had been moved to the Countess’ private residence. But the Countess had died a week ago, and so Nissa had decided to bring in a Boggin to help tend the house so that it could continue to be used by the Fae. Nissa told her the Countess had been being hunted by assassins and so had set up Nissa – now Knight of the Realm, fancy that! – as her Attorney-in-Fact in case they succeeded. Which they had. So now Nissa was looking for someone to come in and tend the residence.
Maggie hadn’t thought about it for too terribly long. She needed a job, and being around other Changelings would be a welcome blessing. She didn’t suppose it would be too terribly dangerous, all told; assassins were much safer to have around than open warfare, after all, since they claimed much less collateral damage. Given a choice between one high-ranking corpse and some bloody carpet or a half-dozen commoner corpses, broken doors and windows, and several trashed and burned rooms – the standard aftermath of a war party – Maggie knew which she preferred to clean up after.
With a snort, Maggie closed the door and locked it behind her, depositing the key in the mailbox. What possessions she had were now stored or shipped, and there was only herself to transport. A bus to the train station, a leisurely ride, and then she would call Nissa for a pick-up and get started on her new job.