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Old 02-05-2006, 07:55 PM   #44
Feanor of the Peredhil
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Saeryn had bustled about the property all morning. She'd spoken with Æðel over the guests rooms and to Gudryn over trifling matters of clothing and hair, sparking grins and laughter. As she cleaned her own room and saw that others were fed and without need, she spoke to Kara in the kitchen and was delighted to see the girl up to her elbows in flour with a tune on her lips and a smudge extra of the flour decorating her cheek.

She'd not seen Eodwine since just after sunrise, busy as they were with their own tasks, but she thought perhaps a cup of tea would be appreciated. Brewing one, light and sweet with just a hint of milk and sugar, she carried it and a fresh honey-cake out to the hall, humming.

She smiled wide at the appearance of a small kitten around a corner and paused to pet it. She laughed, startled, as it jumped to her shoulder, and she stood slowly, giggling as it sniffed her ear. She'd gotten to know the creature several days before and it had taken to following her around, showing itself at the most unexpected times. Now she backed the door open, careful to keep tea in cup and cake out of reach of kitten.

Had her mind been on such things, she'd have noticed instantly the tension of the room. As it was, she had already forced the tea into Eodwine's hands with a motherly order to drink up and eat before he fell sick of exhaustion and hunger.

She was surprised when his answer was merely a curt nod. He was tense, standing tall, and seemingly trying to hold himself in a state of calm collectedness. Saeryn looked around, taking in now those else who stood there. Master Falco, of course, and she nodded to him. Several others she knew, and a stranger.

From him seemed to radiate uncertainty and from some of the others what almost felt of disdain and at least unsure welcome. Saeryn looked from face to face. She was too young to appreciate fully the past's influence on now. Those were matters of tales and parents, and her parents were long since dead. As it was, she felt little of the uncertainty and much of the discomfort. It would not do at all.

"And you sir?" she asked the Dunlending. "A cup of tea?"

There was silence. She'd bustled in before the youth could answer Eodwine's question and now she stood without nerve, or perhaps with too much, welcoming all those who wished it. She hoped she was not fighting a losing battle.

"Tea it is, and I'll be right out with it." Without waiting for response, she left again, returning swiftly and disappearing, so much as she could, to the back of the room. Tea solves every problem, her mother had always told her. She hoped that it would, though she was sensible enough to know that her hopes might prove false. There was no harm in trying though... the youth looked haunted and that was never a sign Saeryn wished to see. Ghosts of the past, though a fact of life, were not welcome to stay around if she had anything to say.

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