After having a private conversation with the noble Garen about the possibilities of an expedition, Parin wandered into the kitchen, once again seeking solace. She had not imagined that the story she had guarded so long in her heart would receive such a response and was somewhat dizzied by it....
Looking around for something to busy her fidgety fingers with, she espyed the maiden they had called "Celebmornie" above in the tavern. She was bent over a large load of dishes and looked somewhat abashed. Glancing down at the lady's hands, Parin could not help but notice how fine they were. She quickly hid her own in her cloak; her short, square, nimble-fingered, dimple-knuckled hands that were brown as berries from her long walks, taken when she was particularly dreamy for her brother's presence. The elegantly white hands she saw scrubbing dishes before her were as lark's song to a raven's caw in comparison wih hers.
"I'll do that!!!" she exclaimed to the woman, and then immediately found her face was flushed again.
"No, I must do this duty, for I have earned it as my discipline for my sloth....but, I heard your story, if you would sit and talk with me, I will share mine with you as I work."
So the two chattered away as the sounds of similar occupation drifted down to them from the company above....
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