General Jinjur

01:58 pm: The best word to use for Jinjur's present state is sulking. Things aren't going as she planned, and while she likes to consider herself about fits of temper, a good pout can never go amiss. She doesn't even feel much like seeking people out to pester about her cause, since they'll likely say no anyway. Though if someone were to come to her, she'd never miss an opportunity. Jinjur is, in short, sulking away but quite open for bothering by anyone.

08:07 pm: To Nessarose
( A letter to Nessarose, left somewhere conspicuous )

09:41 pm: the gillikin campaign
Jinjur is accustomed to victory-- in that she has yet to lose-- so feels less triumph and more smug satisfaction over her latest. She's loathe to admit that Nessarose's plan may have been what won the day, but she won't think about that right now. For now, she is sitting back in one of the finer Gillikin manors, her booted feet propped up on the desk before her. She chose the house because it looked properly regal, but she has no intention of actually performing any administrative duties in the office she is sitting in. She has no idea how. That doesn't matter now, though, for she is still aglow from the triumph, and in spite of her relaxed posture, every inch the conquering general. She knows Nessarose will likely come to speak with her soon, and she very much hopes that the topic of tactics doesn't come up. She's far too drunk on victory to concede that Nessarose had been right.