Angati woke when the first rays of the dawn sun broke into her small room from the slanted window above her head. Her room was in the attic of the shrine of Lirr, which meant that it got hot fast and always encouraged her to get up and get started. As she quickly washed, dressed and combed her grey hair, she considered her day with a sigh. As a member of the noble classes she would never be expected to clean or do menial work, but that didn't mean that her life was exciting. As a volunteer in the small shrine dedicated to the goddess of prose, poetry, literacy, and art, she would spend the day in the library cataloguing books, or organising supplies for the painting lessons, or just making small talk with the other elderly noble ladies who had nothing else to do.
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'Damn this back' was the first thing that escaped Angati's lips as she tried to get up. It took another try, and even that one wasn't without a humph... 'I have to remember to get up on my side... rolling' but it was sort of hard to remember... she hadn't had a full lifetime of getting old to build these habits into her daily motions. The pain would dissappear as the day wore on, but for the time being it was a pain in the ass.

She looked around, and the warmth of the day was good in her bones. Also... everything seemed in order in her bedroom. It seemed that her sister had been sufficiently pacified the night before...  She washed up and put her clothes on. As usual her slippers had been moved during the night. She just sighed and smiled... this time, Anansi had placed them on the sill of the window. At least she hadnt thrown then away.

She put them on, and had a spare breakfast. She didn't talk much with the other women, it was not that they were not cordial, it was just that they didn't talk at breakfast... no one could ever give her any reason for it, but each person had breakfast with a book (not one of the expensive ones of course) and took care to enjoy that time for their own.

Afterwards she moved on to the library, there, sister Agnes was already waiting for her, with a pile of books that some noble had returned... they needed to go through the bookkeeping and then checking and mending before putting them back on the shelves.