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Firefoot · 02-10-2016, 06:03 PM

Frankly, Scyld supposed that Rowenna had a point, even if he disagreed with how she was expressing it. What really irritated him, though, was Saeryn’s giving him his own plate. Certainly, he was hungry enough for his own meal; one plate’s worth would not have satisfied both of them. Nevertheless, the way she had done it had left him feeling scolded like a naughty child, and he resented it. What was it to Saeryn whether they shared a meal?

He would say none of this, of course. Long experience taught him how to keep his thoughts and emotions to himself, and nothing would convince him to get in the middle of a fight between the Lady of the Hall and the only person for miles around who actually liked him.

Firefoot · 02-10-2016, 06:13 PM

Cerwyn smiled brightly at Javan. “Thank you, I would like that,” she said.

It was quick work to finish serving the men, though there seemed to be some to-do across the Hall: Lady Saeryn looked furious. Cerwyn reluctantly decided it was none of her business, no matter how curious she might be, and when the last few tables had received their suppers she fetched herself a plate and made her way back to Javan’s table.

They made space for her and she settled herself in front of her stew. After smelling it for hours in the kitchen, she was eager to taste it. “So have you lived here long?” she asked Javan.

Folwren · 02-10-2016, 08:36 PM

Saeryn stopped dead in her tracks. She stared straight ahead, and her hands gripped the edges of her tray so tight the contents of it rattled. Rowenna should not have said that. She should not. After everything Eodwine had done…!

She turned on her heel and strode toward the table, her anger flowing before her like an invisible thunder cloud. She leaned across the bench between Scyld and Rowenna and set the tray down, firmly and loudly. She set her palms against the edge of the table, leaning low to see Rowenna face to face, and also breaking immediate contact with Scyld, her accomplice and instigator.

“Eodwine has done more for you than you can possibly expect of any man, Rowenna of the Brigands. When you came to him, you were worth nothing in most men’s eyes – and Eodwine took you in. You act like the men here treat you poorly, when, really, it is quite the opposite! No one dare disrespect you, for you know, and they know, Eodwine would never allow it. I’d show some respect if I were you.”

02-10-2016, 06:03 PM	#1
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	Frankly, Scyld supposed that Rowenna had a point, even if he disagreed with how she was expressing it. What really irritated him, though, was Saeryn’s giving him his own plate. Certainly, he was hungry enough for his own meal; one plate’s worth would not have satisfied both of them. Nevertheless, the way she had done it had left him feeling scolded like a naughty child, and he resented it. What was it to Saeryn whether they shared a meal? He would say none of this, of course. Long experience taught him how to keep his thoughts and emotions to himself, and nothing would convince him to get in the middle of a fight between the Lady of the Hall and the only person for miles around who actually liked him.

02-10-2016, 06:13 PM	#2
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	Cerwyn smiled brightly at Javan. “Thank you, I would like that,” she said. It was quick work to finish serving the men, though there seemed to be some to-do across the Hall: Lady Saeryn looked furious. Cerwyn reluctantly decided it was none of her business, no matter how curious she might be, and when the last few tables had received their suppers she fetched herself a plate and made her way back to Javan’s table. They made space for her and she settled herself in front of her stew. After smelling it for hours in the kitchen, she was eager to taste it. “So have you lived here long?” she asked Javan.

02-10-2016, 08:36 PM	#3
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 stopped dead in her tracks. She stared straight ahead, and her hands gripped the edges of her tray so tight the contents of it rattled. Rowenna should not have said that. She should not. After everything Eodwine had done…! She turned on her heel and strode toward the table, her anger flowing before her like an invisible thunder cloud. She leaned across the bench between Scyld and Rowenna and set the tray down, firmly and loudly. She set her palms against the edge of the table, leaning low to see Rowenna face to face, and also breaking immediate contact with Scyld, her accomplice and instigator. “Eodwine has done more for you than you can possibly expect of any man, Rowenna of the Brigands. When you came to him, you were worth nothing in most men’s eyes – and Eodwine took you in. You act like the men here treat you poorly, when, really, it is quite the opposite! No one dare disrespect you, for you know, and they know, Eodwine would never allow it. I’d show some respect if I were you.”