jour après jour [miles] Jun 24, 2014 18:27:52 GMT -6
Post by Cecilia Ragnvald on Jun 24, 2014 18:27:52 GMT -6
|Ce que je cherche c’est l’aventure||She had dirt under her finger nails and she couldn't stop looking at them - they were like one of those bright flashing lights she'd heard about, drawing her attention every-time she glanced down. And boy, was she glancing down a lot today. Well, maybe it just seemed like that because she was given reason to notice, but did it matter? Cecilia had washed her hands when she came in of course, in the water that was always freezing, would it kill the owner to light a fire (she'd heard about fancy hot water heaters and it was really the only reason she'd consider breaking one of the creeds of Orik), but the dirt hadn't gotten out. She'd been meaning to wash her hands again but for some reason the inn was super busy and she just remembered that it was because a group of traveling merchants was staying for a couple of nights, glad to be out of the summer storms for a little bit. Cecilia had been chatting with one of the younger boys that was apprenticing with them the night before, a Ron, no, a Richard, for an hour or so when they'd come down for dinner. |
She'd been a little less appreciative of them last night, mostly because she'd had to stay later than she planned; late enough that she convinced two of her friends to walk her home, just so she could feel safe (one heard a lot of tales at the inn). This morning, though, they were pretty subdued, up for a cup of coffee and breakfast more than conversation.
'Cece, could ya' go feed the hens? Archie's says he's sick, the little beast,' the innkeeper murmured to her as she passed by. Cecilia nodded and went to do as she bid, saying good morning to the guests she passed on the way out. Archie was the owner's nephew and she bet good coin that he wasn't sick with anything - at least anything he hadn't brought well upon himself.
Outside, the air had a slight nip to it still, the sun still perched behind the trees. The small village was quiet still - it was what she enjoyed most about the morning. It had been cloudy earlier when she was in her garden, putting in some flowers to keep the animals away, but the sky was clearing up. She scooped up the feed for the hens, scattering some on the ground, and giggled when they flocked around her. There was a small stream that ran a couple yards from the inn - she'd wash her hands there before she went back in.
LAIKA OF GS!