In Heaven, in the Celestial Halls of Bureaucracy, there is an office. Filling the marble shelves are tied sheaves of paperwork, binders full of drawings and mystical paraphernalia, each one labelled in arcane script. At the centre is a large desk piled high with work and an invisible perimeter around it where the many attendants who wait on the desk’s owner fear to tread. To one side of the desk is a rather battered cabinet - seeming rather out of place in the richly appointed office – and secured with more locks than most locksmiths would ever have seen.
The office is guarded day and night by a pair of Celestial Lions who allow none to pass save those with an approval seal from the highest authority. While the office keeps regular hours, the Lions have grown accustomed to the unusual comings and goings of one of the most junior administrative assistants and newest member of staff, a young woman with tousled blonde hair who often works late. Or at least, that’s what she tells them...
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Tausahira slid the fat file back onto the shelf with a smile and a sigh; it had been a grand story. She loved nothing better than an epic tale, and the one she’d just finished had been nothing short of magnificent, though few would expect the story of two Lunar Exalted to be anything less. It fit neatly into place next to an even fatter file without any identifying features save for three claw marks on the spine.
She looked around her at the empty office of the Lord of Light. Amongst many other things, all the records of the Exalted and the many heroic mortals who caught the attention of Lytek’s eye ended up here, and she was responsible for making sure they were kept ordered.
Tausahira figured she’d better get back to the filing. She was the only person, apart from Lytek, who could read his handwriting for a start. One of the ways Lytek kept prying eyes away from the records was by convincing everyone he’s encrypted his notes in unreadable sorcerous script, but Tausahira wasn’t fooled. A crate of records had arrived from somewhere in the bureaucracy only this morning and a note had been dropped on top.
“Tausahira,
I suspect you’ll be taking responsibility for these. Please ensure they are all placed correctly.
In the expectation you will be in the office until late... you may be interested in the one concerning Selene’s Flurry.
L”
He’d signed it off with a squiggle which one of the other administrators had seen and claimed was a warding to prevent anyone touching them, and scared of the curse, no-one had gone near the pile all day. Tausahira was secretly pleased, and tucked the note into the inside pocket of her silk jacket. Padding on bare feet she moved quietly about the office neatening things up and bringing her own unique brand of order into chaos. She left one particular file until last. It was near the bottom of the heap and turned out to be not one but three files tied together with gold and silver twine. Looking around at the office – she was indeed in late, it meant she had plenty of time to curl up and read without anyone else around – she found her favourite space and sat down to read the tale of three mortals who’d recently come to the attention of Heaven...