Sybil Crawley (
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Afternoons and coffee spoons
Afternoons off were a pleasant thing for Sybil. She was reveling in the free time, her semester over and new courses not starting for a few weeks more. It was a sunny day, and there were markets on in Darrow. It seemed as good a reason as any to wander up and down through the stalls, and she'd bought some flowers for her apartment before wandering her favourite little cafe. Her plan was a simple one, order tea and pastries and spend the afternoon reading a novel and watching the world go by. What could be better?
In the end, she found herself bored. Perhaps it was that she'd spent a number of days this same way, or that the book that she had wasn't that engaging. Sybil found herself watching the Sunday afternoon crowds, making up stories in her mind for people she saw. Until she saw someone that she thought she knew, walking alone. "Elizabeth!"
In the end, she found herself bored. Perhaps it was that she'd spent a number of days this same way, or that the book that she had wasn't that engaging. Sybil found herself watching the Sunday afternoon crowds, making up stories in her mind for people she saw. Until she saw someone that she thought she knew, walking alone. "Elizabeth!"
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She was glad she found Booker, though. For as stubborn and maddening as he was, she still felt like he was a good man. The fact he'd still been helping her even when there was nothing to gain from it.
She wondered, though, if she could be even better with proper training. He worked so hard for both of them, perhaps finding work could lighten the load - make him have to go around finding errant people less. Maybe she could ask her more about it eventually. The topic shifted either way, and her smile was a little shy at the question.
"I do carry around my sketchbook," she admitted, pulling it out of her bag. After a moment's hesitation, she placed it in front of her. She nearly had this book filled, honestly - of people, places, things she'd seen around town. There was never a moment where something wasn't going on here, and that, she thought, was a good thing.
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"May I?" As much as she's pulled it out, Sybil doesn't want to be rude or presumptuous. She waits for a nod before flipping it open, looking at each page for a good while before turning to the next.
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"I used to paint, too, but I haven't bought a good set yet," Elizabeth admitted. It was much cheaper to buy pencils and sketchbooks than the good sorts of paint they sold in the stores here. Perhaps, when she found work, that would be the first thing she treated herself to.
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Helps in more ways than simply busying her as well. In fitting into this place and feeling more a part of the community. "I can help you if you'd like. If you wanted to go up to the school and meet with anyone. There's assistance as well, to study."
Not that Elizabeth couldn't manage it herself, she thinks as she turns her attention back to the pages before her. "Then I look forward to seeing them when you do."
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Instead, she had real world experience - experience she wasn't going to share about, for obvious reasons.
"But it's different here, isn't it? That's what I like about this place. I would really appreciate any help you can offer, I took a quick look once at the program offered at the local school and it was a lot to take in."
Assistance would be the biggest hurtle, and if she knew the channels to get it, she would take any help she could get. She would study on her own terms with her own earnings, not place it on Booker, who was trying so hard for both of them already, even if he wasn't bound to do so for her at all.
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“No,” Sybil has to admit, knowing that even her own training had fallen into question. “Unless you want to work as an administrator. But there are volunteers, and if you started taking classes they have positions for students. They call them interns and learning development placements.”
They’re both terms that she’s learned here and she’s proud to be able to use them so easily. “Then again my training wasn’t what they were used to and I was hired. Do consider it?”
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"Anything I can do to help. Truly," she means what she says, very much. It can be so hard to adjust to this place, she knows that well. "It's important to find your feet, and to have friends, especially in a place such as this."