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Firefoot · 02-06-2016, 10:48 PM

Cerwyn felt a bit self-conscious, serving up trays of soup and warm bread to the throng of unfamiliar faces. She'd looked around for Leof but hadn't seen him: she found herself rather annoyed that he hadn't thought to check in on her. After not seeing each other for five years she'd expected a bit more of a welcome.

Well. She could take care of herself. She fought back the niggling thought that if she didn't need him, she needn't have come here at all. She walked up to a table that had not been served. There were some younger men at the table, about her age she guessed. She smiled at them as she began serving out plates from her trays but did not want to interrupt the conversation.

Folwren · 02-08-2016, 01:21 PM

Saeryn hurried to serve the others, wondering what it was exactly that trouble Eodwine. It could be any number of things – the continuing rain and threat of new flooding, the recent toil of digging the trenches. Something tightened in her gut as she thought that maybe Eodwine was succumbing to yet another sickness – not unlikely, given his recent occupation. She tried hastily to push from her mind, but it would not leave completely.

She emptied her tray and went back to the kitchen for more. Returning, she scanned the room quickly for which tables had not yet been served. She spotted Garreth storming out the door, and she glanced about for an explanation. She saw Rowenna talking with Harreld and for a moment, she watched without moving. Rowenna stepped to where Léof and Scyld sat waiting for their meal. She spoke to them, her face glowering, and she seemed to be holding the plates hostage until they answered her questions.

“What is troubling her now?” Saeryn wondered impatiently. “Isn’t there enough to do without finding trouble?” She began to move toward them.

She did not hear any of the words that passed between them before Rowenna placed the plate before Léof, but her eyebrows went up when she saw Rowenna sit beside Scyld and put the plate between them. She was close enough to hear her offer to share.

“Very well,” Scyld said. “Equally deserved, equally shared.”

Saeryn stopped just by Rowenna. “Is everyone served, Rowenna, or are you too weary to go on without supper?” she asked.

02-08-2016, 01:21 PM	#2
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Saeryn hurried to serve the others, wondering what it was exactly that trouble Eodwine. It could be any number of things – the continuing rain and threat of new flooding, the recent toil of digging the trenches. Something tightened in her gut as she thought that maybe Eodwine was succumbing to yet another sickness – not unlikely, given his recent occupation. She tried hastily to push from her mind, but it would not leave completely. She emptied her tray and went back to the kitchen for more. Returning, she scanned the room quickly for which tables had not yet been served. She spotted Garreth storming out the door, and she glanced about for an explanation. She saw Rowenna talking with Harreld and for a moment, she watched without moving. Rowenna stepped to where Léof and Scyld sat waiting for their meal. She spoke to them, her face glowering, and she seemed to be holding the plates hostage until they answered her questions. “What is troubling her now?” Saeryn wondered impatiently. “Isn’t there enough to do without finding trouble?” She began to move toward them. She did not hear any of the words that passed between them before Rowenna placed the plate before Léof, but her eyebrows went up when she saw Rowenna sit beside Scyld and put the plate between them. She was close enough to hear her offer to share. “Very well,” Scyld said. “Equally deserved, equally shared.” Saeryn stopped just by Rowenna. “Is everyone served, Rowenna, or are you too weary to go on without supper?” she asked. Last edited by Folwren; 02-08-2016 at 03:48 PM.

02-06-2016, 10:48 PM	#1
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	Cerwyn felt a bit self-conscious, serving up trays of soup and warm bread to the throng of unfamiliar faces. She'd looked around for Leof but hadn't seen him: she found herself rather annoyed that he hadn't thought to check in on her. After not seeing each other for five years she'd expected a bit more of a welcome. Well. She could take care of herself. She fought back the niggling thought that if she didn't need him, she needn't have come here at all. She walked up to a table that had not been served. There were some younger men at the table, about her age she guessed. She smiled at them as she began serving out plates from her trays but did not want to interrupt the conversation.