mythicdawnmaster Posted July 10, 2012 Share Posted July 10, 2012 Selene smiled, suddenly feeling... warm, nice, she smiled at Cyrus, and at the girl, and said "Well, i was planning to get rid of the wardrobe of clothes i have in the keep... i don't wear them, and the majority of it was new anyway... don't know if it will fit, but she is welcome to it, if it does." Selene said with a smile. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cynster Posted July 10, 2012 Share Posted July 10, 2012 Curious blue eyes rested on the extravagant woman grasping the arm of the Jarl. His wife perhaps? Kiterin, a young woman herself, was hardly any competition to be worried over, which was confirmed by the woman's expression as she looked at Kiterin. It was new to her to be noticed, let alone sized up by two people in one day. It was so interesting... The Jarl seemed harder to manipulate to her. She wasn't sure if he was able to read her mind, but if he was - then at least half the fun was taken out. Luckily for everyone, her path was chaotic, her mind a fluttering moth. Even she had trouble predicting what she would do next. That made it so much more interesting... As for the woman, now smiling kindly - as a mother might...perhaps? What was her story? She seemed much easier to play with - though it would be horrible manners to do so now. Too easy. Too boring! It would not do at all! Her lips formed a short pout. She needed something to do; an assignment. Kiterin's hands were twitching a little. She felt antsy and less in control when she wasn't given busy-work. "mmm sounds good...I appreciate the kindness... I wasn't expecting it." she said to the Jarl, before quickly adding to his companion, "Dresses for me? I'm afraid I would dirty them... I appreciate the thought - if you were willing to part with one perhaps, in a dark....." She paused. "Sorry... In a dark color.... a dress... that would do... That's all I would want... something dark....I don't like drawing attention to myself... if it's not too much trouble.." Had they taken pity on her? Pity wasn't exactly what she was going for, but it was something new, something she hadn't experienced before. Certainly not needed, but certainly not unwelcome. Her mind raveled around the thought of the situation she found herself in. She would rebel if they wanted to force her to be normal. She would leave them both in a pool- Enough of that. She tried to keep her thoughts guarded, just in case. No use thinking of death on a day like today. No, today was a special day... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BaldurAnthology Posted July 10, 2012 Author Share Posted July 10, 2012 "I think a wash is in order first, don't you? Before you dress, you must wash. I will have Mabel find you a room, and a bath. Come!" Cyrus sweeps up the stairs, hovering slightly, with out even noticing it. He calls out "Mabel! I need Mabel!" Mabel, the matronly old housekeeper bustles up. "Yes, my dear, what can I help you with?" Mabel was the only person other than Selene who called him Dear, but she did it in a motherly way. "Mabel, look after that girl. See she gets a wash, a clean dress or robe, servicable and black as well as a good meal." Mabel nods and smiles. "Of course. Come, my dove. Let's see if we can clean those feathers off, shall we?" She smiles warmly at the thin young woman. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cynster Posted July 10, 2012 Share Posted July 10, 2012 (edited) "A..wash..." None of this felt right to Kiterin. Her neck was straining, feet dragging against the ground as she approached the motherly woman. She was hesitant to take this plunge into respected society. She cleared her throat, "very well.." Perhaps this is what she needed. A little structure. It would make her a better assassin, would it not? To be able to blend in with the prey around her. Her icy eyes dulled in serenity as she approached, leaving nothing back. "Might she make a lady of me?" she cooed softly to herself, with just a slight smirk curving at the corner of her right cheek. Edited July 10, 2012 by Cynster Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BaldurAnthology Posted July 10, 2012 Author Share Posted July 10, 2012 "That's it, deary! A smile and a wash, that's the ticket!" Mabel smiles, and bustles off. "Come, come! There's a room for you over this way, not the grandest, but it is nice and cozy." She indicates a smallish room, with a bed, nightstand and a chest. "Now, you wait right there, and I'll get the bath ready." She goes to leave, then claps a hand to her forehead. "Take those wet clothes off, I'll take them to the laundry. Besides, if you are going to get a new dress, or robes or any other clothes, I'm going to need your measurements!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cynster Posted July 10, 2012 Share Posted July 10, 2012 Kiterin slipped off her drenched robes, revealing broken and battered skin, the nicks, scabs and dirt caked in. She had a womanly figure, but you wouldn't have been able to tell with the over-sized robes. She held the robes around her body modestly, not wanting to part with them until absolutely necessary. Somewhere inside she was still the shy farm-girl. Reluctantly, she handed them over, scarlet red in the face. Please, hurry... she screamed in her mind. She wanted to shut the door as soon as possible and cover herself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BaldurAnthology Posted July 10, 2012 Author Share Posted July 10, 2012 Mabel laughed. "Deary, I am 76, I have 2 daughters of my own, and 3 grandchildren. You ain't got nothing on you I haven't seen. Now, hold out your arms!" She pulls a measuring ribbon out of her apron pocket, preparing to use it for measurements. Several hours later, Sara wakes up, still unclothed next to the sleeping Nord. She never felt more rested in her life, and she felt incredibly happy. She moves to pull the still sleeping nord into her arms, and hold her close. She never felt this way about anyone but Cyrus before. Could she be in love... with a woman? Kissing Arianna softly, she says "Good morning, sweetie!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cynster Posted July 11, 2012 Share Posted July 11, 2012 "mm.." she mumbled, still not feeling quite right without her old robe. She closed her eyes an imagined herself in another setting... where the breeze was tossing the loose strands of her hair about. All alone.... in solitude.... Her heart slowed considerably to match her slow deep breathing. In moments she wasn't even there anymore.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BaldurAnthology Posted July 11, 2012 Author Share Posted July 11, 2012 Mabel takes the girl's measurements, and then nods to herself. "All right there, young lady, you wait right here, I will come get you when it is time for you to wash." She bustles out of the room, closing the door behind her. Mabel heads down a small side passage, and turns some dwemer wheels, which start hot water pouring into a bathtub the size of a small pool. When the tub was half filled with hot water, Mabel pours a potion the lady from the Hag's Cure made for foamy, relaxing yet invigorating baths, and pours some into the bath near where the water poured. Mabel stopped the pipe from pouring water when the bath was filled with hot sudsy water, and bustles off. Bustling her way back into Kiterin's room, and exclaims cheerfully "All right, my dove. Time for you to get clean. Just put this around you and I will take you to get washed." She holds out a loose cloth housecoat. Sara still holds on to Arianna, and kisses her again. "Come on you, wake up! It's Morning." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cynster Posted July 11, 2012 Share Posted July 11, 2012 Grateful for the housecoat to cover herself, she quickly slipped it on and followed the woman to the warm bath. Is this what young ladies of class did? Escorted to the bath by the house-maid? She felt like she was outside her body, looking from the outside in at a complete stranger. She dipped her toes into the bath cautiously, before sinking in. Had she been tricked? He had promised her training... not pampering... it made her stomach churn queasily. Would she be his prisoner here? This was a new type of jail. A jail for rich young ladies to train them to be rich young wives perhaps. Her eyes studied the decorated walls and upscale furniture around her. This had to be a joke or a dream. Had she really taken a bite of that kidney and died? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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