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He double checked his gear again before heading out. He thankfully didn't have much, but still, at this many thousands of years of keeping records, Tadgh didn't have excuses for things like forgetting paper, ink, and quills. His job was one of the utmost sincerity and importance for the queen of the Winter Court, and today was a somewhat important day in the scheme of things: he was to meet the new amanuensis of the court, a cwn annwn from what he'd heard, and a fairly young one at that, at least relatively speaking. How he hadn't heard of this cwn before, he wasn't sure, but people shuffled in and out of the court all the time and there was only so much one historiographer could do, even one as experienced as Tadgh.
So he gathered his things and left his secluded home, heading to the court of winter itself. He was dressed in a gray tunic with gold finishings at the seams and elsewhere, his long pants bearing the same pattern. His hair was tied into a long ponytail that tapered at the end, which looked like the tail of a dragon. It wasn't often he got to go to the court, so he dressed for the occasion, and of course, it was one of the only times he could appear the way he wanted to appear, rather than relying on a change of shape. He quickly checked his neck for any sign he'd forgotten to shift completely out of his dragon form, but didn't find any, and decided he could proceed. He arrived at the court building in question uneventfully, walking into its halls.
He took a look around, noticing many of the familiar faces he'd worked with over the years, slipping his hands into his pockets. He didn't need to ask to know where this new amanuensis would be working, if she was working where she was supposed to be here in the middle of the day--which itself would be a detail worth recording--and so headed towards that familiar office of writers he knew almost too well at this point. He greeted a few others of the court along the way, waving and smiling and nodding and all manner of pleasantries that he'd grown weary of over the years of his life. Yet he walked into the office in question with a candor on his features that belied the underlying cynicism.
"Excuse me," he called out, quickly and without hesitation, scanning the room. "I'm looking for the new amanuensis. I've got a few questions I need to ask."
So he gathered his things and left his secluded home, heading to the court of winter itself. He was dressed in a gray tunic with gold finishings at the seams and elsewhere, his long pants bearing the same pattern. His hair was tied into a long ponytail that tapered at the end, which looked like the tail of a dragon. It wasn't often he got to go to the court, so he dressed for the occasion, and of course, it was one of the only times he could appear the way he wanted to appear, rather than relying on a change of shape. He quickly checked his neck for any sign he'd forgotten to shift completely out of his dragon form, but didn't find any, and decided he could proceed. He arrived at the court building in question uneventfully, walking into its halls.
He took a look around, noticing many of the familiar faces he'd worked with over the years, slipping his hands into his pockets. He didn't need to ask to know where this new amanuensis would be working, if she was working where she was supposed to be here in the middle of the day--which itself would be a detail worth recording--and so headed towards that familiar office of writers he knew almost too well at this point. He greeted a few others of the court along the way, waving and smiling and nodding and all manner of pleasantries that he'd grown weary of over the years of his life. Yet he walked into the office in question with a candor on his features that belied the underlying cynicism.
"Excuse me," he called out, quickly and without hesitation, scanning the room. "I'm looking for the new amanuensis. I've got a few questions I need to ask."