Ajada took careful notes on the voting process, listing into a chart who voted for what and with what tone of voice. In coming from Gondor with so prestigious a job as scribing, Ajada knew quite a lot about politics. However, something in the back of her mind told her this was a tad different. This was, of course, far less important than say the election of who brews the next barrel of ink, but it was still worth jotting down.
“And you, Almighty Scribe of Gondor,” began Mattius, who had come over to Ajada. Ajada hardly took note of his sarcastic, cynical tone, and merely waited for his continuation with a raised brow. “Which path do you prefer?”
“Well,” Ajada mused in response. “I do suppose that, ‘every vote counts’, does it not?”
Mattius nodded.
“In that case, I-" Ajada paused just in time to hear Avery decide that she wanted to go over the mountains. Now, Ajada was not one to get too terribly involved with the scientific interactions and decisions made by her reported-on specimens, but Ajada did so like to get on the last nerves of the thief girl. “I choose to go around the mountains.”
[ June 09, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]
[ June 09, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]
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