The Sharpest of Tools

[Voice]

[Syre's voice tonight is calm -- emotionless, even -- as she broadcasts over the journals.]

To all that I may have interacted with during this most recent of Shifts: let it be known that the name Ariadelle Estriet [--hatred creeps into her voice for that brief moment, dark and bitter--] is one that I prefer not to be addressed by.

I would not have my image sullied by taking on the name of a deserter.

[The feed stops shortly after that.]

[Written; Accidental]

[Much, much later that night, a series of quick notes show up. It seems Syre has mistaken her broadcast journal for the one she normally keeps research in.]

-- Energy expenditure in creation of all constructs 1.5 times normal. Care needed to avoid exhaustion.

-- Still unable to give life toanimate constructs for more than few seconds at a time. Related to power limits of enclosure(?).

-- Research required into alternate means of animating constructs. Must favor alchemic/magical practices; technological research too time-/resource-consuming.

-- Additional research required to grant construct minor magical/alchemic abilities; useful for construction of potential assistant(s).

[Video]

[The feed clicks on that Sunday with a thoughtful looking Syre, a cup of juice on the table beside her.]

I've a question for you all, if it would not trouble you to ask. [Here she is silent a moment, taking a sip of her drink before continuing.] And do pardon the interruptions -- I've only just risen from my sleep, you see.

Anyway, back to my point... I have been wondering for a while about the concept of time here in Luceti. I notice that the hours here are not nearly as short, but there are also not as many of them in a day.

What I mean to say is... how exactly does time differ in this world from my own? Because, if the date on this journal is to be believed, today marks the anniversary of my coming into existence.

[Another pause, another sip of her juice, and then she continues again.] To be plain, it would be my birthday today.

... I suppose this means I'll need to make the proper arrangements for some sort of celebration, even if it is for myself.

[And with that (and a faint, amused smile), she shuts off the feed.]

[Action]

[Not too long after that post, Syre is out and about in the village, bag in hand as she's perusing the shops. A few pastries here, some vegetables there -- she's going to be celebrating with a bit of dinner tonight.]

[Later on, she'll be at the library, looking around for a few cookbooks -- because what are ingredients without something to put them into? She's not going for anything horribly fancy, but if something catches her eye, she'll be copying it down.]