[ColletteTook]

Faryn poked her head around the door, from where she had been listening to the rolling mornful voice of Miss Belle tell her story.
she bustled with an aire of obliviousness, behind the clean linens that obscured her entire upper body, looking as though she were a floating heap of laundry.
Her face went slack and pensive as she silently let her nimble, skinny fingers toss old linen in a heap and spread the new, hands trembling in utter excitement.
The mere prospect of adventure, why- who wouldnt be excited.
Keep to you work Faryn, lass, Miss Belle's buisness is not our place she thought to herself, and re-fluffed the pillows (Again!).
Or is it? Tallin can take care of herself, but Miss Belle needs a bit of looking after so she doesnt hurt herself. Just may be our buisness.her head thought back at her.
Belle and Tallin witnessed the young maid's internal struggle quitley smirking at eachother, and fighting laughter.
Oh I'd dearly love to go if they would have me! Yet I fear that if I would ask they'd laugh at me, and my heart wont stand that she decided glumly, and folded over two quilts at the bottom of the bed.