The rain falls hard on this humdrum town

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*Just like every other night, Hestia nurses a large mug of tea, curled up on her sofa with a quilt laying over her lap. She has several papers and books strewn on the floor, the ottoman and coffee table, covered in runes and calculations; all failures in their own right. She's trying to ignore an ink-stained bump on her forefinger, a callous forming from the pressure of her quill. Her cat is laying nestled in the chair across from her, sleeping. The glow of a floor lamp with colored beads hanging from the shade warms the room, at least in light. A quiet, normal evening.*