Post by Naelona Ezel on Feb 22, 2011 4:55:36 GMT -5
One of the difficulties of passing empty time, was passing it quickly when there was nothing to fill it with. One could try sleeping but sleep only got a person so far. After a while the body didn't want to sleep, but there was nothing else to offer it. It was probably the most sleep she'd had in weeks.
Later on Naelona woke once again with a shiver and a slight chill in the air. The fire had died down and the shed was oddly.. quiet. It had been quiet before, and rather quiet this entire time, but it was a different sort of quiet now.. an empty one.
Sure enough a quick glance answered what her groggy thoughts pondered. The shed was empty, there was no sign of Luther being there, and given the fireplace little sign he'd left some bit ago. Getting up the boogie paused.. near her feet was some folded leather. A further moment of silence passed before she actually investigated it. A pair of freshly made pants lay folded up, along with a pair of moccasins. They were by far too small for a boogie of Luther's proportions.. and considerably much closer to her own.
Now Naelona wasn't a fan of pants, she never had been. If anything pant-like items serves as undergarments at best during the winter. They weren't worn by themselves, let alone in a fashion that they might be visible to others. On the flip side making any sort of way through snow with a dress was unthinkable in the practical sense. Though.. lifting the pants and the shoes, there was also a folded coat of obvious age and far too large for her. She could actually go now.. couldn't she?
Wasting little time Naelona pulled on the freshly-made leather pants. She could tell they hadn't been tanned or the like, but long-term preservation wasn't as big a matter as their short-term purpose. Looking at her bare feet poke out from the end of the pant legs, the moccasins were next to go. Looking down at her legs the boogie almost didn't recognize them, it was so strange to see them clad in such a fashion. Perhaps even stranger still that they weren't horribly over sized - nor under for that matter. They fit rather well to her. A bit of a feat of it's own, considering the obscuring clothing she tended to wear.
Downing the last bowl of soup and emptying the kettle she made sure it was at least cleaned out before poking her nose out the door. It was quiet out, a thick layer of snow coated everything and the wind was still.. and still cold. Going back in she slipped on the coat. It about ate her, but it was no short stroll back to the palace - thorough snow no less. It was going to take her some time. Fastening it shut she gathered up the remains of her clothing, checked to be sure the book was secured safely in the midst of them, and left the shed for the long trek back.
It took longer than Nae anticipated to return to the palace - or perhaps it was less considering how long she'd been away. The deep snow had eventually forced her to hike her skirts and shuffle through unhindered by the clothing, only the pants keeping her legs warm from the snow. Mumbling about potentially embarrassing situations, the state of her quarters, and the duration of her absence Naelona slipped in a side door and wasted little time scampering her way back through the North Wing. Back where she belonged, her home, her sanctuary. After the past several days, no place was more welcoming.
The matter of the lost records would be tended to another time.
Later on Naelona woke once again with a shiver and a slight chill in the air. The fire had died down and the shed was oddly.. quiet. It had been quiet before, and rather quiet this entire time, but it was a different sort of quiet now.. an empty one.
Sure enough a quick glance answered what her groggy thoughts pondered. The shed was empty, there was no sign of Luther being there, and given the fireplace little sign he'd left some bit ago. Getting up the boogie paused.. near her feet was some folded leather. A further moment of silence passed before she actually investigated it. A pair of freshly made pants lay folded up, along with a pair of moccasins. They were by far too small for a boogie of Luther's proportions.. and considerably much closer to her own.
Now Naelona wasn't a fan of pants, she never had been. If anything pant-like items serves as undergarments at best during the winter. They weren't worn by themselves, let alone in a fashion that they might be visible to others. On the flip side making any sort of way through snow with a dress was unthinkable in the practical sense. Though.. lifting the pants and the shoes, there was also a folded coat of obvious age and far too large for her. She could actually go now.. couldn't she?
Wasting little time Naelona pulled on the freshly-made leather pants. She could tell they hadn't been tanned or the like, but long-term preservation wasn't as big a matter as their short-term purpose. Looking at her bare feet poke out from the end of the pant legs, the moccasins were next to go. Looking down at her legs the boogie almost didn't recognize them, it was so strange to see them clad in such a fashion. Perhaps even stranger still that they weren't horribly over sized - nor under for that matter. They fit rather well to her. A bit of a feat of it's own, considering the obscuring clothing she tended to wear.
Downing the last bowl of soup and emptying the kettle she made sure it was at least cleaned out before poking her nose out the door. It was quiet out, a thick layer of snow coated everything and the wind was still.. and still cold. Going back in she slipped on the coat. It about ate her, but it was no short stroll back to the palace - thorough snow no less. It was going to take her some time. Fastening it shut she gathered up the remains of her clothing, checked to be sure the book was secured safely in the midst of them, and left the shed for the long trek back.
It took longer than Nae anticipated to return to the palace - or perhaps it was less considering how long she'd been away. The deep snow had eventually forced her to hike her skirts and shuffle through unhindered by the clothing, only the pants keeping her legs warm from the snow. Mumbling about potentially embarrassing situations, the state of her quarters, and the duration of her absence Naelona slipped in a side door and wasted little time scampering her way back through the North Wing. Back where she belonged, her home, her sanctuary. After the past several days, no place was more welcoming.
The matter of the lost records would be tended to another time.
