Flash Fiction February Day 17 Issy And The Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (Isabelle)

 Day 17 Mood:

Sometimes people have days where they are simply not in the mood to do anything of any sort for any reason…for me, today is one of those days. Staying in Leyawiin for extended periods of time tends to drain all my energy and motivation. Why? I’m not entirely sure but I blame the countess, she’s usually the source of my problems when I am in the area after all so I wouldn’t put it out of the question. Rolling over and finally getting out of bed I go through the drawers looking for something to wear that is not overly fancy and uncomfortable. Given that I am currently staying in a room at the city's Mages Guild chapter the chances of finding something are slim but miraculously I manage to find something and get dressed. Opening the window I find the weather is how it typically is, a bit humid and rather dreary, at least it is not currently raining. I suppose I should probably eat something now that I’m up and dressed, though sadly for me that involves going downstairs and discreetly sneaking something away from the kitchen all while attempting to avoid interacting with people who may happen to be around. Opening the door to my room I am immediately met with the very thing I did not want to happen. “Oh, hello Issy- finally up and about eh?” A mage whose name I do not recall says before remarking on my still somewhat messy hair and tired eyes before he walks off…asshole, didn’t your parents teach you manners? With a disgruntled noise I go the opposite direction, now employing an invisibility spell to sneak about the building and manage to steal some bread, cheese, a few other snacks, and a container of water before heading back upstairs. Once back in my room I lock the door to avoid any unwanted visitors and lay out what I had managed to take from the kitchen on the table near the window. Sitting down I tear off a piece of bread and begin to eat it, staring out the window when there is suddenly a repetitive knocking at the door. “Isabelle!!” A high voice calls, must be one of the soreresses whose name I also didn’t bother to commit to memory. “The countess requests your presence in an hour, don’t know why- but please go see about the matter at the castle!” she adds to which I respond that yes I’ll go just give me a minute and she walks off, satisfied with the answer. I am not in the mood to interact with anybody today and much less interact with bloody Alessia Caro, but I suppose it wouldn’t be a trip to this gods forsaken shit hole of a city without a trip to the lovely lady that is the duchess, I think to myself as I repetitively tear off pieces of bread in order to finish my meal in time. What would happen if I simply just didn't show up? Ah well, she would probably put a bounty on my head like last time, and that is one thing I am never in the mood for.