As evening came the Ninurta began to stir from her light slumber, the golden toned woman felling no better or no worse from having forced herself to sleep for a matter of scarce hours. Maybe it was from having spent so much time with the white queen, but her sleeping habits were beyond ruined, true rest always escaping her clutches at the last moment, not that she'd actually go as far as to call herself an insomniac quite yet, just someone who strived and worked best on a limited amount of sleep. Making her way quietly out of her chamber she peered back into the dark room, ocean eyes filling with unhidden fondness as they sighted the sleeping bird. Normally she'd bring him with her, but Jason wasn't originated from these parts and the cooler temperatures that came with the night did no good to his health.
Briskly she made her way through the maze of tunnels, exiting through the one which lead closest to the stables. Horses were of little interest to the woman, although she couldn't help but admit that they made for awfully handy transportation options. Peering into each stall as she walked she sought out the pretty communal mare, which she had been meaning to speak to Naniko at some point about claiming as hers; for despite her lack of interests in the beast, she could appreciate the beauty in the mare's unique markings. As she noted the already tacked up state of the mare she made a mental note to thank Aphrodite later for doing her the favour. Entering the stool she grabbed the paint mare's reigns and lead her promptly out of the stables and mounted up, making her way over to the village to see what's up.
Arriving at the village she tied the paint up to the fence that divided the training grounds from the rest of the village and began observing how the rest of the garden work had been progressing, cautiously making her way around everyone's work and having a poke here and there before concluding things were going fairly well, if a little slow. Gingerly she retraced her steps back out of the gardens, popping into a few of the storage areas she gathered some paper and writing equipment and made her way over the the fallen statue, promptly seating herself upon the fallen angel with little respect for it's meaning and began to record what she had seen.
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