Lanisen is packing. There is a rucksack open on a chair half-full of travel supplies and clothing, and he’s wandering around the kennel to see what else he might need, distracted.
Megren comes down the stairs holding up a sachet of tea. “This one?”
Lanisen halts his wandering and blinks at the sachet. “What was it doing up there?” he wonders.
Megren asks, “We brought the whole pot up that one night, with all your teas, remember?”
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Lanisen makes his way through the market in the early afternoon. Despite the sunny day, he’s wearing a scarf and a jacket. He’s got bags under his eyes and looks a little pale.
Deonyc walks along the marketplace aside a fellow guardsman, they are both in uniform but greeting people as they meet.
Dalia slips out from the stables, dusting off her dress and brushing a hair behind her ear.
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Lanisen is busy cleaning, shaking out the rugs and sweeping heaps of shed dog fur and straw and dried herbs out into the ward. The windows are all open and the kennel smells pleasantly of soap and fresh herbs.
Deonyc comes walking in from the outer ward in his hunting gear which he carefully hangs on a peg, making sure a small leather bag is well out of reach of the hounds. He looks around, and, spotting Lanisen, gives a quick, “Hello!”
Lanisen pauses his work as the guard enters. He leans his broom up against the wall and wipes his hands on his shirt, crossing toward Deonyc. “Hi,” he answers uncertainly, questioning. Continue reading an unexpected party
Lanisen is just leaving the kitchen with a glass jar held carefully in one hand. The jar holds a little water at the bottom and a little bouquet of about every kind of flower one can find in early spring and a few you can’t: crocus, snowdrop, daffodil, cherry blossom, and several long sprigs of flowering herbs from the solarium.
Dalia makes her way into the kitchen, with her shawl around her, she looks quite a little bit better than the night before.
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Dalia is sitting by the fire with eating a bowl of soup, her shawl is wrapped around her. Her handkerchief is sitting her lap.
Lanisen slips into the kitchen, carrying a clean, empty pot. He stands on his tip-toes to hang it from its place and holds a brief conversation with Ren, thanking the cook.
Dalia sniffles and takes another spoonful of soup.
Lanisen starts back for the door, but pauses on seeing Dalia and switches direction to approach her. “Afternoon.”
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A daughter of eve wearing a seagreen cape (Nessa) straightens Dalia’s cloak so that it covers the most skin possible. “If you’re starting to get a cold should you really be out right now? Go back in and do some mending by the fire. Take care of yourself”
Dalia blows out a breath of air, though one can see there’s no real frusteration and the concern is appreciated. “It’s just a little cold after all I need some fresh air. I’ll go see Kairyn, if you really want me too.” She pauses to dab at her nose. “And how is mother and our family today?”
Nessa says, “No, no, you don’t have to go see Kairyn right away, but if you aren’t feeling better tomorrow I want you on her doorstep.” Nessa says, picking her basket back up. “All are doing well, I stopped in to see them all for lunchen today, they all sent their love in case I ran into you.””
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Lanisen is just dumping the bucket of mop water out into the shallow drainage channel that runs through the ward. He straightens, rubbing his lower back absently, and turns to go back to the kennels, bucket in hand.
Megren sees him as she is crossing the ward, and picks up her pace to meet him. “Hey!”
Lanisen turns, searching, and grins tiredly to see her. “Hey, you.”
Megren slows up as she nears him. “Want some help?”
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Lanisen is tucked away behind the haybale barrier, sitting on the floor in front of the hearth with three hounds and a book.
Megren drags herself into the kennel, shutting the door behind her to keep out the cold.
Lanisen raises his head, listening for a moment. “Meg?”
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Glora appears outside of the window, peering in. The bright sun casts her in semi-silhouette, but she’s enough larger than a normal cat that it’s impossible to mistake her for anything but herself. The purple ribbon around her neck also helps.
Lanisen appears at the door a moment later, peeking out at her in mildly bewildered amusement. “Afternoon, miss,” he says gravely.
Glora looks towards the door, ears perking forward. “Oh good, you’re here.”
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Megren walks through the ward from out of the stables. She is well wrapped up against the winter chill, though it is not especially cold out today, just around freezing.
Dalia makes her way into the outer ward from the inner ward. Seeing Megren, she makes her way toward her. “Megren!”
Megren turns at the noise. “Evening Dalia! Got it off?”
Haft enters the ward from the north stair wearing his scarf.
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