Of course, not every day was as exciting as taking her son to the games or hunting down pirates. Indeed, like before in Pryha, her life found itself falling into a loose schedule.

First things first, was when she woke, right at the crack of dawn. Like in Pryha, she got on her tunic, washed up a bit and put her hair in its braid, and went on a morning flight. Also, like in Pryha, she did a fly over the city, wrapping around its perimeter before cutting across the center of it on her way back to the Castrum.

By this time, the rest of her family had woken up, and Castus was preparing breakfast. It was the same as breakfast back in the capital, save for the fact that there was generally more seafood involved in the meals. After breakfast, the three of them went down into the city.

From the city's pomerium, the group split off. Castus went to his job at the Consuls office, where he had gotten the job as a secretary. Rainbow then took her son to the local elementary school.

As a part of the Pryhan return to the area, they implemented a standard education system along Demos. This included a more-or-less basic template for a school, with regimented grade levels, a cafeteria, and teacher requirements; the whole nine yards. After they had arrived in the city, she had enrolled Depressi in classes at said local school. He had at first adamantly opposed the decision but went along with it regardless. After the first day, he had gotten home super excited and happy; he had made a few friends and liked school regardless. So, this was her first part of the day. Then, she had to go back to the Castrum to the hardest part of her day: office work.

Now, don't get her wrong. She had a rather nice office, all things considered. It was the largest in the Principia, located right in the middle. It was spacious; an aspect she took full advantage of. She had a large, oak-wood desk, on which she had things like a picture of herself and her family, a few books, a pen holder, and she also often leaned her swagger stick upon it. The high-backed seat was also pretty comfortable, and she had a set up a bear-skin rug in front of the desk. A few bits of art, military honors, and other ornaments decorated the wall to the left of and behind her desk. A bookshelf dominated the right-side wall, packed with some of her favorites; legends of the Empires ancient heroes, historical texts, a few Pryhan novels she liked, even a few Daring Do books imported from Griffonia. No, it wasn't the office she hated. It was what she did in the office: Paperwork.

Correction, a virtual mountain of paperwork. Running a Castrum, and the regiment that occupied it was, after all, not without its complications. The documents featured ranged greatly, from disciplinary records to a broken section of a barracks. From requests for more RnR to current inventory reports from the Quartermaster. She would hunch over that nice desk for several hours, filling out reports and signing documents. After these several hours, her eyes drooped, her back ached, and somehow she would get a cramp in her talons. However, she knew it was only a matter of time before she would be done with it, so she just slipped the monocle into her good eye, sucked it up, and filled them all out.

After lunch, the mountain of paperwork was finally crushed, and she had a few hours to relax. Well, she often didn't relax, but she could. She often spent this time down in one of the open sections of the fort in between the walls and the barracks, practicing. She fired as targets with her pistols or hacked apart training dummies with her swords. It was a good way to limber up, to crack her back and work out all the kinks in her back. Sometimes, she would even get some of her Pedes who were either stupid or brave enough to want to fight her. That always got a laugh out of her.

She also often took this time to perform another relaxing flight. This relaxed and unwound her even better than the training. Even after all of these years, flying was still one of the things she enjoyed the most. The freedom, the thrill; it was intoxicating. The clouds whipping across her face as she broke apart the thin, natural strands of clouds. The whipping winds, sending her braid flying behind her head like a whip. She could just fly the rest of her life, and she could die happy.

Once a week, she also indulged herself in a visit to the Bathhouse. A few had sprung up in the city following the Unification Wars, but she preferred to go to the one closest to the school, about six blocks away. After a week of aching muscles (Despite her husband's best efforts), and her getting somewhat dirty, it was a godsend. A quick trip through the various rooms, an oil massage, a wipe down with a scraper. All of it helped her come out feeling fresh as a rose. It also helped calm the aggravated nerves along her scars, and that was always a plus, especially when they sometimes flared up.

After this free time, she went to go pick up her son from school. It was about mid-afternoon at that point, and she took him home. From there, she would help him as best she could with his homework, but he often waited for his dad to come back to help him. So, if that didn't work out for them, she often did other stuff with him. Help him with flying, tell him some stories from her old home, and even teach him to fight when he started asking. Most of this was ignored when he either went over to a friend or one of his friends came over to the Praetorium.

Finally, Castus would come home at about six. He would cook dinner, and the three of them would have a nice dinner together. Again, a lot more seafood than before, but she didn't mind. The food was still great, after all. After, Castus helped them with homework while Rainbow went to go check in with Vexillum before he went to his home. From there, it was back to her place, and to bed. With the exception of the occasional bit of 'Fun' she and Castus had, it was right to sleep for them. This was a schedule Rainbow could get behind.

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