The end of the night to the next morning...
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Ränne remained quiet during the exchange between mother and daughter, readying Ruiel's bed and making sure there was fresh water for her to drink during the night. Ränne was tired, and she eyed the wine.. wine she could not touch... and so she waited.
Ränne could see the tension in Ruiel's face, and with subtle expressions, Ränne was able to get her to soften some. Helping Ruiel remove her coak and prepare for bed, it was soon after giving her a massage that she went to sleep, and Ränne was free to retire.
Yes, to her bed-chamber that was through a door from Ruiel's chamber, Ränne slipped into and dressed for the night. A black silken wrap was all, with a thin belt to hold it closed, and laying out on her mat she dug under it for the herb and pipe. It was a custom of smoking pipeweed that had spread south from a place in the north called the Shire, And Ränne had aquired the pipe from a traveler. It did come in handy for her relaxation in her limited free hours, even though there was no pipeweed to be had. She found that a weed used in the House of Healing called Kingsfoil, when dried, worked as a fine relaxant when smoked.
As she rested, she was thinking about Dryea and the soldier she danced with... what should she not be happy to do and love as she will? Should a young woman's pleasures all be taken away for political expedience? Surely Ruiel thought so...
Her thoughts then turned to Finduilas, and how she could be manipulated... Ränne would have to get with Dryea sometime with a proposal of how to best carry this off... a slight tincture.. colorless and oderless in the red wine Finduilas favored... just a slight amount... to cause depression....
Ränne drifted off to sleep and dream to gain some much-needed rest before the next days duties.
As the sun broke about the White City, Ränne turned upon her mat and dug for the dark herbleaf she had and chewed it. Being invigorated so, she arose and bathed quickly before donning a simple white maids dress, stowing her small herb pouch in its hidden pocket under her aprons. She then tended to making Ruiel's awakening pleasing to her...
'Good morning m'lady'
Ruiel moaned as she awoke. She insisted on being woken by this time every day, and so it was today.
"There is much to be done this day Ränne. I will bathe in private while you waken my daughters."
Ränne bowed with her eyes down, and turned to leave to call on the daughters. It would be a good time to bring up her thoughts about Finduilas, and wished to let her know that her enjoying the company of the handsome Gondorian soldier was sweet and that she would do what she could to soften Ruiel's disapproval...
[ July 10, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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