up is down


Staff Quarters
Castle Anvard


You stand in a circular tower which serves as a sort of corridor. In the center is a stone pillar, around which stairs are placed, rising to the Nobles’ Quarters above. To the south is the Sewing Room. All around are small tidy rooms, the staff quarters. To the east is the Inner Ward.


Lanisen is locking the door to his room. He tests the knob once, twice, and slips the key on its cord under his collar, where it hangs like a necklace.

Dalia slips out of her room, locking her own door with a soft click and slipping the key into a small pocket.

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bystander


Staff Quarters
Castle Anvard


Lanisen passes through the tower corridor, aiming for his room. He looks exhausted, with shadows under his eyes.

Cassandra is at his door, knocking quietly on the door.

Lanisen pauses a few steps back. “Here.”

Cassandra looks up, not moving towards him, “Hey.”

Lanisen answers, “Hey.”

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social encounters


Kitchen
Castle Anvard


Maire leans a hand on the table her eyes drifting to where Cassandra is making bread. She sets another pot of water to boil over the fire.

Again, Cass doesn’t look up when she says, “Maire, I /know/ I’m pretty but stop staring at me.”

Maire scrunches her nose in Cassandra’s direction. “A smile would go a long ways with that.” she teases.

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difficult


Room 5
The Sun and Moon Inn
Lancelyn Green


You stand in a small but comfortably furnished private room of the Inn. The bed
is made neatly with a plain but pleasant quilt, and several blankets can be
found in a small trunk at the foot of the bed, should the room grow cold. There
is a lit fireplace in one wall. A window looks out westward, revealing a
pleasant portrait of the road out in front of the inn. A nightstand sits beside
the bed, and a washstand beneath the window. There is a vase of dried flowers
beside the pitcher and bowl on the wash stand. A woven rug by the door
completes the cozy effect of the room.


Kairyn moves down the hallway and knocks firmly on door number 5 and places her hand on the handle, waiting impatiently.

There is no answer at all for a long, waiting moment. Lanisen finally calls, “Who’s there?”

Kairyn calls out, “Kairyn and Cassandra.”

There is silence for a moment, then a quick shuffling noise, and Lanisen throws the door open.

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stinkweed


Outer Ward
Castle Anvard


Lanisen leaves the kennel, brushing dog fur off his trousers and wiping his sweaty forehead with his sleeve. He casts an automatic glance up at the walls and at the gates to see who of the guard is on shift.

Megren is apparently not actually on shift by her posture, but she sits on a crate near the gatehouse chatting with Perth there.

Cassandra strolls through the Ward, two walnuts muffins in hand. Her path is directed to the Kennels.

Lanisen shades his eyes to squint up at the walls, then turns toward the gatehouse to say hello. He catches sight of Cassandra and the muffins before he gets too far and switches course instantly. “Is one of those for me??”

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settling in


Infirmary
Castle Anvard


The infirmary of Anvard is a long, bright room, a little over half the length
of the Great Hall. It is shaped oddly, the northeast and southwest walls
curving inward to accommodate the towers on either side. A partition that faces
the door out to the inner ward bisects the room, separating the front area
where the castle healers work from the back.

Three windows on either side of the door in the southeast wall let in a good
amount of sunlight, especially in the late morning, and their sills are
cluttered with the pots of several frequently used plants. To the left of the
door stands a large cabinet, and bundles of herbs in various stages of drying
hang from the ceiling. There is a long oak worktable to the right of the door,
and a desk in the east corner is piled high with half-completed notes and books
and other useful documents.


Kairyn sits in the east corner of the infirmary, working at the desk stationed there. Glasses perch on her nose and she scribbles furiously on several pieces of paper scattered on top of the rest of her clutter.

Lanisen opens the door from the inner ward and peeks in. He steps tentatively inside and closes the door quietly behind him. “Um… ‘scuse me?”

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[intensity intensifies]


Kennels
Castle Anvard


Lanisen is in the back of the room with a slender brindle deerhound, putting her through her paces. He has a bowl of meat cuts on the table next to him, and he appears to be trying to teach her a new trick.

Dalia opens the door softly as is her way, and calls out “Lanisen?” before stepping inside.

Lanisen pauses what he’s doing, turning warily toward the door as it opens. He relaxes at Dalia’s voice and starts limping forward to greet her. “Hey–back here.”

Dalia slips into the kennels, and closing the door behind her, with a “thump”. “Hello again. Is now a good time?”

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snap judgment


Outer Ward
Castle Anvard


Abrielle smiles at Avery. “I doubt that.”

A daughter of eve with fair hair continues walking through the ward, dodging a bit of mud that threatens to wreck her sensible shoes. She watches the man go into the kennels, then notices the other in the red tunic by the stables before she nearly trods into a puddle. She skirts around that, gaze going up to the Lady and her companion sitting nearby.

Avery rolls her eyes. “It’s true.” She holds a finger to her lips. “But shh, let it not be heard that the this Lady of Chesterton has /flaws/…” Her voice holds a bit of a mocking tone.

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