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Old 03-14-2006, 08:54 PM   #115
littlemanpoet
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A week had passed since that busy day when so many new folk had arrived. Now they seemed old hands, though most of them still had three weeks to work before their one month stints were done, at which time Eodwine would give them news of his thought in their regard.

Marinel was improving and Linduial was happier with each new day's greater health in her guardian. Eodwine had written a letter to her father to send with her own, and it had been posted six days agone. Travel being what it was, it would be at least months before they heard back.

It was raining. The cattle-skin roofing of their tent was noisy with the patter. Eodwine sat on a wooden chair in the midst of the enclosure, which had been erected hard by the western wall of the Mead Hall. That building was missing its roof, at least over the Great Room. And the hearth had been disassembled and laid safely away until its parts could be used in the building of the new open hearth that would sit amid the floor at the very center of the new Mead Hall.

A new door had been cut in the wall of one guest room that had had to be emptied, so that there was easy passage between kitchen and tent-hall, and between guest rooms and tent-hall. It was a mess, truth be told. Dirt and grit and water and sticks and broken dishes turned into footpath stone here and there.

At least it was warm for the season. The new year had come with the first day of spring, marked now on March 25 to honor Frodo the Nine-fingered. It was now the first of April. Eodwine smirked, wondering what shananigans might not happen on such a day amongst such a young and lively folk as dwelt in his Halls.

Breakfast had come and gone, and midday meal was a little way off yet. Of course, Falco was yammering for his Second Breakfast from an unsympathetic Frodides, but Kara seemed to like favoring him with whatever she could find.

At the moment, Eodwine was the only one sitting under the tent in the rain. He knew Falco and Kara and Frodides were in the kitchens, Marinel in his room, and Léof in the stables, but of the others he was unsure. Well enough. He liked the sound of the rain and would not mind a mid-morning slumber if chance brought it. He closed his eyes and sighed contendedly.
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