Evva Diyeus' home wasn't particularly opulent. Situated on one of the more southerly streets of the Trenches, so close to the Condos that it was able to benefit somewhat from the respectability without suffering from the same property taxes, it was best described with words like "modest" and "comfortable". More importantly for today, it was the sort of place that one might invite a training instructor of the Stoatorian Guard without immediately having him assume it was a thinly veiled attempt on his life.
The residence wasn't large. A town-home with three stories, the wildcat kept it full of antiques from here and specimens from there and more books than her younger self would have thought possible. Had she shared the space with anyone else, it would have felt... cramped. For just herself, it was a refuge. And more private for this kind of meeting than having it take place in her office in the University would have been.
This most recent project had been expansive, stretching her knowledge of history, zoology, and mythologies so varied that even different renditions of the same stories bore no more than a passing resemblance to each other. It was exhilarating. Or would be, had she not found herself at something of a dead end. Evva frowned at the graphite-smudged papers that now lay spread across the large table that dominated the second floor of her home. Of course they were in a more obscure dialect of Varangian.
She hadn't known the Varangians had made it that far east. On the one paw, a fascinating discovery. On the other, it was going to require a reworking of her theory. And that was without even knowing what it said. Or it was a fluke, a coincidence, and she had invited Caden Freemont and his adopted daughter into her home for nothing. At least it was bound to be an interesting conversation regardless.
The residence wasn't large. A town-home with three stories, the wildcat kept it full of antiques from here and specimens from there and more books than her younger self would have thought possible. Had she shared the space with anyone else, it would have felt... cramped. For just herself, it was a refuge. And more private for this kind of meeting than having it take place in her office in the University would have been.
This most recent project had been expansive, stretching her knowledge of history, zoology, and mythologies so varied that even different renditions of the same stories bore no more than a passing resemblance to each other. It was exhilarating. Or would be, had she not found herself at something of a dead end. Evva frowned at the graphite-smudged papers that now lay spread across the large table that dominated the second floor of her home. Of course they were in a more obscure dialect of Varangian.
She hadn't known the Varangians had made it that far east. On the one paw, a fascinating discovery. On the other, it was going to require a reworking of her theory. And that was without even knowing what it said. Or it was a fluke, a coincidence, and she had invited Caden Freemont and his adopted daughter into her home for nothing. At least it was bound to be an interesting conversation regardless.
