[center][h1][b][color=#FFD700]Alyna Leshenaii[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

It was early in the morning, and the newborn warmth of the freshly risen sun was something that brought feeling back into her travel-wearied limbs as she walked along the road to Eon Tower. It was a time of day she'd always enjoyed, despite some late nights working on things, but today was also a rather particular day that the morale of morning-time was something the Fae woman felt she sorely needed. Especially given the little breakfast sitting on her stomach and the nature of her situation as it currently stood. Because the situation wasn't great, all things considered. 

Sitting in carriages for the trip had been certianly something of a numbing experience, almost sleep-inducing given how early she'd gotten up to try to make it on time to the tower, but to then be told that her things were [b]late[/b] getting to the carriage service as well? It was a time-wasting matter that seemed to be enough out of her own control, or even out of the service's control given how exasperated the attendant telling her the information seemed to be, and it had left her sitting about for hours trying to pass the time thinking or otherwise until she was told her things had finally arrived. Sure she could have teleported them to her without a second thought, but given how her latest project currently was just a bunch of tentative parts carried in a crate along with the rest of her mundane clothing and such she'd packed up she'd still have been forced to wait even if she had everything else with her in a snap. 

The only regret was not paying for another carriage ride to the Tower, but given the situation she'd not planned on that nor in leaving so late to begin her walk there from the carriage station. 

So after Alyna's things had arrived she'd swiftly taken out her complete puppets to carry her things, put the packaging protecting them into the crate with the other things, and set her grouping of mental partitions to operate the puppets as they finally hit the road. This, in turn, had led to her current situation....walking along the road with three puppets in tow next to or behind her. 

Gwath was behind her, carrying the crate with her tools and the parts she'd brought along for working on her latest project while at Eon Tower. It was the most resilient and durable of the bunch, after all, compared to the others. Petto was walking to the right of Gwath, then, to keep guard while Elipiloea was walking to her right up at the front of the little 'pack' that was walking down the long road to Eon. It wasn't the longest of walks, she'd been on long walks before, but one thing stood out in her mind the most as well. One thing she'd hoped to avoid if it weren't for matters outside of her control. 

[i]Late[/i]. She was definitely going to be [i]late[/i]. 

...Perhaps it'd have been better to shell out the money and take the risk sending her things ahead of her, but...no, actually, perhaps not in hindsight. After the late delivery she didn't want to risk any more delays either, much less arriving without her things, as it'd seem even more ill-prepared and impolite than she was already being by arriving late. Ugh. 

Yet having begun to see the towering building from afar, it had put some pep into her step where the humidity and morning heat were beginning to wear on her. By the time she got close enough to get a glimpse of the doors, however, the sight of no one else outside caused her to feel as if something inside of her to drop into the bottom off her stomach. Like a rock had settled in. [i]Late[/i], enough so that anyone else there was probably inside for all she knew. Unless she'd gotten the time to be there wrong already? Alyna didn't want to imagine things being 'that' bad, but it wasn't an impossibility either. 

In any case, though, as she came up to the front doors the Fae woman and her puppet entourage would stop as she tentatively put her right hand up in front of the doors. Hesitating for a moment, and then taking a deep breathe, she did her best to put on a professional appearance and rapped on the door with her knuckles. Not that it was a guarantee anyone was 'right there' at the doors still, but...well, she had to own up to her lateness one way or another.  

[color=#FFD700]"Excuse me? Is anyone there?"[/color]

Please let someone be there. Please. 

[@AzureKnight]