Post by Sophie Nyström on Mar 17, 2014 17:52:06 GMT -5
The Guggenheim Museum should have been the expected museum to have procured that particular piece of her family history. Located in Manhattan, with its exquisite tastes, and peculiar architecture, it was one of the best museums in the nation with backers who had deep pockets. A bust of her during her time as one of the advisers to the Roman emperors in Constantinople had found its way to the museum. Perhaps she should have left it alone, she looked different now than she had those thousand or so years ago. Yet for some reason she decided that she wanted to procure it herself and put it with the rest of her collection.
Despite living with her sister in San Diego, Sophie still had her storehouse up near Seattle, as well as an actual home in the Emerald City. The storehouse was full to the brim with ancient treasures, most of it somehow related to her or her sisters. It was a hobby of hers, keeping trinkets and statues and what have you of their various lives through history. It was a reminder of who they were, what they had gone through, and where they had come from.
Sayeva didn't know about it and she did not need to know, she would suggest some silly hyper analytic thing about her keeping a hold of the past. Sayeva did not understand, not when her past came back into her present and brightened up her world. There was no need for Sayeva to hold on to trinkets like Sophie did, Sayeva had all she would ever could hope for from her past in the form of Brogan and herself. She didn't need the paintings, the statues, and all the other things that Sophie had commissioned of herself and those she cared for.
Dressed in a scarlet halter dress that came just above her kneecap, matched with three inch pumps, and carrying a black leather Gucci purse, she arrived at the museum in the cab. She had called ahead to the museum about the exchange, with her apparently needing to appear in person to negotiate the terms. She did not care what it cost, she would get the bust and return it to its proper place in her storehouse. Yet since she was here, she might as well also have looked around the place and see what all they had on display and enjoy its spiraling design.
Entering through the lobby, she took a floor plan as they recommended so she could not get lost. There were parents with their kids in hand, exposing them to a cultural mecca, and others who were here just enjoying the pieces. She wondered if she would find anyone in this impressive place worth talking to or if it would just end up in another business trip.