Post by Deleted on May 6, 2014 19:46:08 GMT -6
LELAGE VINIMA I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. | An Unlikely Happenstance What. A. Day. What a day it has been. How many people exactly pranced through the inn that morning? That afternoon? That evening? More than the woman had EVER seen since she opened shop. It had to have been Ivan’s influence, that man knew how to work and how to impress the woman more and more. She was very thankful for his little stumble in so many moons ago. How long had it been since Ivan joined the ranks at Blaikfurd Inn? Lelage honestly couldn’t pinpoint the day, to her it didn’t matter, what mattered was that Ivan was happy, healthy, and working hard. “Oh Orik my poor, poor feet,” Lelage moaned as she drug herself across the floor of the inn, her feet heavy like concrete. “My cute little feet, so sore…” The woman reached for a chair, roughly sprung it out from underneath its table, and spun it about so she could sit, recline, and prop her feet atop the table surface. “Oh man… what a day…” After a long, exasperated release of breath, Lelage took the quiet moment to analyze her surroundings. It was a wander how quiet and peaceful the inn appeared without the customers, one could cut the silence with a blade it was almost tangible. The innkeeper took a nice inhale, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and exhale. She needed a drink, or two, or three, or heck, she could just carry up a keg from the cellar herself. Well roll one up; she wasn’t too good at lifting those heavy bastards. As the woman pondered on what ale to get and drink, once she opened her vibrant, brown hues they immediately came in contact with a large jug she knew too well. It was the good jug. No one touched the good jug except for herself, and Ivan… at times. Also, Ivan was out that day... doing whatever he does with his free time... which meant she was alone, which also meant she had the entire jug to herself. “Ugh but that means I have to get up!” The woman threw her body back, her limbs flailing about the furniture she was currently perched on. She had absolutely no motivation to remove her buttocks from the base of that chair. But then again. It was ale. The good ale. “Why is life so complicated.” Lelage dramatically tossed her arm over her face in complete exhaustion. She was sure that if she gave herself a few minutes she’d be up and over at the counter, pouring herself a full pint of ale. Slowly her arm dropped and unveiled her eyes that then were greeted with the hardwood ceiling of her inn. Of course it wasn’t exactly a “night” just yet for the busy bee. She knew all too well that there were dishes to clean, floors to mop, furniture to polish, and the list went on and on and on. But! It had just hit closing, the last few customers left not too long ago, so she had a good few hours to drink and clean, that was always good, right? Lelage shifted in her seat, groggily rolled herself so she now was doubled over on the chair. “Heave ho-” and with that the woman stood and made her way to the counter only to bend over and rest her torso along the surface. It was an awkward sight, half her face plastered against the countertop, the heavy rise and fall of her chest pressed against the wooden surface. She had a clear view of the inn, the front door in plain sight. Boy, did she love that inn. It was so pretty at times. “Now where is that…” Lelage, without moving from her rested position, rolled her eyes up and moved her head to spot the golden urn not too far from her. “Aha!” Finally Lelage lifted herself with just enough effort to now be rested on her arms rather than her torso, and lazily reached for her prize. To her dismay, no pints were in reaching distance, but what did it matter? She was alone; she could drink straight from the jug. And so she did. After a few gulps the lady dropped the urn back to its rightful place on the counter. “That’s so good, mmm mmm, I love my ale, I love it…” Lelage purred with eyes half shut—it was going to be a long night of drinking. NOTES: UMMM here we go! <3 |
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