Dec 22, 2008 22:44
Two weeks ago:
Papers and ink pens of all sorts lay strewn about the lavish office setting. Hardwood desk and shelves law beneath crumpled piles of rejected documents. Others were pinned to the walls, ideas and snippets of phrase, magazine clippings of single words that attracted the eye and cut to the hard of things pasted alongside. Thesauri and dictionary and books of law and prose law every where, some bookmarked and tabbed and dogearred and spine-broken.
In the middle of the ample space lay a giant of a woman. Supple limbs and soft tan skin and big brown doe eyes made up the visible parts, steel and ink and will and venom and wit and sex and roses and sweat made up the rest.
Currently, she was taking a highlighter and a pen to a copy or Robert's Rules of Order with a slightly distasteful expression, as well as kneeling on a three-set of books detailing Native American Tribal Governance prior 1800, one on Feudal society, and one on Republic Democracy.
Pursing her lips, she whistles, and a young woman - much shorter in stature than her employer - appears at the door to the study.
"I'm going to need more tea, Lydyan. A lot more tea."