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"What awaits me upstairs?" asked Searyn in a tone that could only be named bored.
What in Middle Earth? Eodwine shook his head, more fuddled than before. What had gotten into her?
"The horse fair. The sun! A fresh spring day! Ow!" he flung his arms wide, smacking his knuckles against a post. He sucked his knuckles, not tasting blood at least.
She just watched him with that tired look, as if eager to get back to her drudgery. He sighed.
"Very well. If endless work is what you wish for now, maybe you will break free of such a humor by means of work." He shrugged.
Silently she bent and picked up her washrag and soaking it in the bucket yet again, sank again to her knees and began scrubbing. Eodwine watched for a pair of moments before he turned and started back up the stairs.
"A pity," he threw over his shoulder as he climbed. "I had hoped to tell you my dream last night." He reached the top step and let the door fall to behind him. He went to Kara and told her to bring down a bit of food and drink to Saeryn, who seemed not to want to face the light of day. He sighed and made his way into the sun himself, and began to walk to the horse fair.
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