Words: 4678
Rating: 8+
Notes: This feels like something I could twist a different way and turn into a longer story, but I just wanted to explore a bit of the life of an “ordinary” person in this verse. Not really a story, just a snippet.
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Most days were the same, for Tomasi.
She’d wake up, clean her face, dress in her simple grey uniform. She would plan for breakfast, but never wake up early enough to actually eat it. Slip on her shoes, throw on her fringed cloak, and lock up her apartment. A stop by her neighbor to exchange a bronze coin for a lunch basket, a brief hello to the landlady in the kitchen, a pat on the head for the building’s cat, and then she’d be on her way.
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