 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
Carmine had been sure to get Valetudo settled and fed before she'd made her way down to the great hall herself - it wouldn't do to return to her quarters to find a crotchety raven had ripped everything to shreds, even if she'd long ago made sure to protect her valuables with magic.
Having an official seating plan struck her as odd and unnecessary. She'd much rather choose where she sat, and who she sat with. Even the children got to do that to some extent, bar the house thing, at least initially.
Also, how was a centaur going to fit at the table? There was a lot to consider.
She nodded at the other current occupant of the table as she arrived, but given this whole seating plan, it was quite a ways down the table and so conversation wasn't really feasible. Did the other woman even see her? She had a glazed over look that suggested otherwise. Regardless, Carmine sat down at her end seat and took a small book out of one of her robe pockets.
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