to dalia, 29 firedance 1017

Hello Dalia!

Thank you for your Letter. Narnia is very nice, and everybody at the castle has been very kind and has made us feel very much at home, though it is very different without the Kings and Queens and there is a sort of feeling that everybody is sad when you aren’t looking. Even so, it has been good to talk with people and hear about what they are thinking.

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from dalia, 23 firedance 1017

Dear Lanisen,

I hope this letter finds you in good spirits and that you are enjoying Narnia. I spoke with Sehsis and Nasrin the other day, and it seems they are soon to return. I told them they will be missed until they return again. I’ve seen an old friend, Lysana again, it was good to catch up with her. Life is much as it always is. 

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packing up

Castle Anvard

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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Outer Ward
Castle Anvard

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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an unexpected party

Castle Anvard

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!”

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dame megren

Castle Anvard

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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ginger tea for dalia

Castle Anvard

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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new acquaintance

Outer Ward
Castle Anvard

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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burnt scones

Outer Ward
Castle Anvard

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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