Post by ThreeDawg on Feb 28, 2014 12:10:26 GMT -5
Elane shared Hurrin's semi-disapointement at the lack of having any interesting news to tell him, but she couldn't think of anything else at the time. It was so rare that anything interesting happened here in Roan's Field that her curiosity of the interesting things had shriveled up and died. In a ditch, somewhere east of the village.
“Well then, I suppose we should get back to the Inn before your father talks my ear off Elane. Best be getting your bread back as well, aye Garen?”
Elane gave Hurrin a smile, and bore it still as she looked towards Garen who was holding her basket - it looked like he would be coming to the inn with them then. Ah well, it would probably buy her a few extra minutes out of doing chores. It was quite a surprise when Thorak raced ahead of them into the inn without so much as wait for them to follow. "What's up with him?" she said aloud after he had closed the front door into the inn, to gather his kills apparantly, "He's acting a little more strange than the usual."
In truth Thorak often acted a little strange - to Elane. Her father had said all that time ago that he may be a little unhinged by the accident that took Thorak's da'. But he had seemed to get better of late, until recently. Today was just another episode of his strange behaviour, although this time it seemed far worse. Like he was distracted by something, but for the life of her she couldn't remember what.
"No matter," she added with a slight sigh, "Hurrin's right we best get those goods into the kitchens. Shall we?". She stepped forwards, assuming the other two would follow her lead. The inn wasn't at all too far away, but it was enough time for an ominous grouping of clouds to set in above them. Winter truly was coming and the air grew colder by the second, winds seemingly freezing the air before her. She was grateful when she finally reached the inn's front door, her linen dress wasn't suited for the biting cold of winter that had suddenly set upon the village.
Inside she stepped, holding the door open for Hurrin and Garen - who she felt was now being dragged along with them. The warmth hit her first, there was a gentle glow in the inn's fireplace now as her Father was attempting to start a small fire, she didn't quite bother looking around the rest of the inn - noticing only a few bodies but not bothering to stare long enough to discern faces. "Cold outside." she called out to her dad, who looked up to them and grunted in agreement.
"Looks it, lass. I see you found some waifs and strays on your way to Hugo's." he smiled, his broud arm indicating the two younguns accompanying Elle. "Welcome in, lads, have a sit down an' a drink if you fancy. There's a pot of warm mulled wine on the stove, only a few coppers a mug for friends of my girl."
"Thanks for carrying this, I'll take it now, Garen." she whispered under her father's offer as she went to take the basket of goods from Garen's arms. She shown a little strain as she took it upon her arms but that was soon replaced with a thankful smile as she moved towards the kitchens. "I'll be out in a few," she called back to her friends, "shout up if you fancy a mug and I'll bring them out."
She nudged open the door into the kitchen, her mother was stood over the stone stirring the mulled wine - and giving it a cheeky taste. "Mother!" Elane mock shouted, a wide smile on her face, "drinking on the job again, are we?". With a slight grunt Elane dropped the basket down next to the counter used to prepare most of the food. They'd see to it from here. "Any mug for your poor daughter that just carried this basket all the way around town in the freezing cold?" she whimpered out, her bottom lip pushed forward slightly as she put in the puppy eyes.
Josaline looked up surprised at first, and slightly embarresed at having been caught stealing some wine - although in truth she was merely tasteing it to see if any spices were missing. She couldn't quite resist her daughter's faces, she'd always had a soft spot for her only daughter. "Oh alright, then. One mug, then I need you back in here to peel some potatoes - unless your father's finished so he can do it."
Elane's wide smile was one of glee, she grabbed a mug from the cupboard beneath the counter and went over to the stove. Her mother poured enough into the cup to fill it heartily and steam rose from the warm beverage. It smelt delicious, too. Elane would return back to her friends and take a place at whatever table they had chosen - and bring them a mug each too if they or her father called out for one.
“Well then, I suppose we should get back to the Inn before your father talks my ear off Elane. Best be getting your bread back as well, aye Garen?”
Elane gave Hurrin a smile, and bore it still as she looked towards Garen who was holding her basket - it looked like he would be coming to the inn with them then. Ah well, it would probably buy her a few extra minutes out of doing chores. It was quite a surprise when Thorak raced ahead of them into the inn without so much as wait for them to follow. "What's up with him?" she said aloud after he had closed the front door into the inn, to gather his kills apparantly, "He's acting a little more strange than the usual."
In truth Thorak often acted a little strange - to Elane. Her father had said all that time ago that he may be a little unhinged by the accident that took Thorak's da'. But he had seemed to get better of late, until recently. Today was just another episode of his strange behaviour, although this time it seemed far worse. Like he was distracted by something, but for the life of her she couldn't remember what.
"No matter," she added with a slight sigh, "Hurrin's right we best get those goods into the kitchens. Shall we?". She stepped forwards, assuming the other two would follow her lead. The inn wasn't at all too far away, but it was enough time for an ominous grouping of clouds to set in above them. Winter truly was coming and the air grew colder by the second, winds seemingly freezing the air before her. She was grateful when she finally reached the inn's front door, her linen dress wasn't suited for the biting cold of winter that had suddenly set upon the village.
Inside she stepped, holding the door open for Hurrin and Garen - who she felt was now being dragged along with them. The warmth hit her first, there was a gentle glow in the inn's fireplace now as her Father was attempting to start a small fire, she didn't quite bother looking around the rest of the inn - noticing only a few bodies but not bothering to stare long enough to discern faces. "Cold outside." she called out to her dad, who looked up to them and grunted in agreement.
"Looks it, lass. I see you found some waifs and strays on your way to Hugo's." he smiled, his broud arm indicating the two younguns accompanying Elle. "Welcome in, lads, have a sit down an' a drink if you fancy. There's a pot of warm mulled wine on the stove, only a few coppers a mug for friends of my girl."
"Thanks for carrying this, I'll take it now, Garen." she whispered under her father's offer as she went to take the basket of goods from Garen's arms. She shown a little strain as she took it upon her arms but that was soon replaced with a thankful smile as she moved towards the kitchens. "I'll be out in a few," she called back to her friends, "shout up if you fancy a mug and I'll bring them out."
She nudged open the door into the kitchen, her mother was stood over the stone stirring the mulled wine - and giving it a cheeky taste. "Mother!" Elane mock shouted, a wide smile on her face, "drinking on the job again, are we?". With a slight grunt Elane dropped the basket down next to the counter used to prepare most of the food. They'd see to it from here. "Any mug for your poor daughter that just carried this basket all the way around town in the freezing cold?" she whimpered out, her bottom lip pushed forward slightly as she put in the puppy eyes.
Josaline looked up surprised at first, and slightly embarresed at having been caught stealing some wine - although in truth she was merely tasteing it to see if any spices were missing. She couldn't quite resist her daughter's faces, she'd always had a soft spot for her only daughter. "Oh alright, then. One mug, then I need you back in here to peel some potatoes - unless your father's finished so he can do it."
Elane's wide smile was one of glee, she grabbed a mug from the cupboard beneath the counter and went over to the stove. Her mother poured enough into the cup to fill it heartily and steam rose from the warm beverage. It smelt delicious, too. Elane would return back to her friends and take a place at whatever table they had chosen - and bring them a mug each too if they or her father called out for one.
