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Tevildo · 03-03-2005, 01:04 AM

Camille's eyes darted from Falco back to Cook, her face openly betraying the confusion and surprise she was feeling. Of all the possible outcomes, she had never expected this. For a moment the lass was so overcome that she stood dumbfounded with her jaw dropping open. Finally, she stammered out a few words, "You are both too kind. I can't believe my good fortunte. Cook, I would like to work. I do still have one skirt that I can wear. I will go get it in a bit and then return quickly so you can tell me what I should do."

"It's no excuse about the thieving," Camille added, "but things at home are tough. We lost Da a year ago when his horse bolted and the wagon overturned. My brother was with him. He hasn't been able to walk since then. Mum does her best, but she brings in only a few pennies by doing laundry and mending. She looks tired and old, and there is never enough. If I could earn a bit, it would help. We're staying in one of the old burrows." Camille gestured with her hand towards the open window towards the back of the Inn where you could see the beginnings of the path that meandered down to The Water.

She thoughtfully fingered the dress and turned to her other benefactor, "Master Falco, I don't know what to say. You are a dear. I should never have taken this. I know the difference between right and wrong. But sometimes a body just wants to change things so badly. Anyways, your little Marigold will be sad, and I wouldn't want that. Your offer is sweet but you must take this back to her. My mother wouldn't like that I'd taken something, even with your blessing. And where ever would I wear such a fancy thing? "Tis not for the likes of me." With that, Camille bobbed a curtsey and added, "But I should be most grateful for that lunch before I go. I'm afraid I may eat a hefty plate or two and tuck away the leftovers to take to Mum, if your pocketbook can take it. Perhaps, if I work at the Inn, I can get to know your sweet Marigold someday."

With that, Camille followed Falco over to the table where the two of them sat down.

03-03-2005, 01:04 AM	#1508
Tevildo Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Curled up on Melko's lap Posts: 425	Camille's eyes darted from Falco back to Cook, her face openly betraying the confusion and surprise she was feeling. Of all the possible outcomes, she had never expected this. For a moment the lass was so overcome that she stood dumbfounded with her jaw dropping open. Finally, she stammered out a few words, "You are both too kind. I can't believe my good fortunte. Cook, I would like to work. I do still have one skirt that I can wear. I will go get it in a bit and then return quickly so you can tell me what I should do." "It's no excuse about the thieving," Camille added, "but things at home are tough. We lost Da a year ago when his horse bolted and the wagon overturned. My brother was with him. He hasn't been able to walk since then. Mum does her best, but she brings in only a few pennies by doing laundry and mending. She looks tired and old, and there is never enough. If I could earn a bit, it would help. We're staying in one of the old burrows." Camille gestured with her hand towards the open window towards the back of the Inn where you could see the beginnings of the path that meandered down to The Water. She thoughtfully fingered the dress and turned to her other benefactor, "Master Falco, I don't know what to say. You are a dear. I should never have taken this. I know the difference between right and wrong. But sometimes a body just wants to change things so badly. Anyways, your little Marigold will be sad, and I wouldn't want that. Your offer is sweet but you must take this back to her. My mother wouldn't like that I'd taken something, even with your blessing. And where ever would I wear such a fancy thing? "Tis not for the likes of me." With that, Camille bobbed a curtsey and added, "But I should be most grateful for that lunch before I go. I'm afraid I may eat a hefty plate or two and tuck away the leftovers to take to Mum, if your pocketbook can take it. Perhaps, if I work at the Inn, I can get to know your sweet Marigold someday." With that, Camille followed Falco over to the table where the two of them sat down.