>>5203002Solomon and Yan Wang sighed in unison. Ah yes, the ever-persistent problem for daughters like her who have achieved comfortable power but refuse to embark on their journey to the Cord. Boredom.
Thus began the same old song and dance.
"Have you checked the skinternet for anything new?" asked Solomon.
"Yes, but it's uninteresting!" Sathriel complained. "And the other informants keep on fawning over that 'Shu' girl and her recent exploits...Though that mischievous daughter of hers is too adorable to be mad at..."
The last part of her complaint had turned into a quiet mumbled confession.
"Any cases around here that pique your interest?" asked Yan Wong.
"It's been nothing but bandits and the occasional madwoman! And I'm sick of bandit hunting! The only case of note that's mildly interesting around this area is some war band running an extortion racket. But there's not enough solid evidence to confirm if the rumor is true!"
"Then why not pursue the brigands?" Yan Wang proposed.
"I've done subjugation cases for the past two weeks!" whined Sathriel, her voice back to a still higher than natural decibel.
"Have you called Aunt Peng?" asked Solomon
"Auntie Peng said she's too busy with her own affairs!" replied Sathriel.
"What about the C-"
Sathriel immediately shot that idea down. "NO! I AM NOT GOING THERE! NOT YET!"
"Is there anything we can do to help alleviate your boredom?" asked Yan Wang.
"I DON'T KNOW!" whined Sathriel "Bring me back something interesting! Or let me know if there's a fight happening, or go scout the area for some amalgams or something! Anything!"
The two constructs looked at each other before looking back at their creator/charge, who was currently flailing around on the ground in fits of frustration, before looking back to each other..and shrugged.
"As you command, Miss Sathriel."
"As you command, Miss Sathriel."
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.....
It didn't take long for Sathriel's wardens to return with something 'interesting'.
"What is this?" asked Sathriel, sitting cross legged and grumpily staring at the subject of the two constructs' quick return from their expedition.
The subject in question was a mousey girl in a flakey sundress of skin with a bone whistle around her neck looking rather frightened in their presence. One of the girl's arms was horribly mutated and disproportionate as if her arm had been replaced with a large potted Cactus with spines that threaded in and out across the appendage while the flower pot substituted the girl's hand.
''Behold, a child." answered Solomon melodramatically.
(cont.)
