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Post by offduty on Sept 2, 2013 12:54:10 GMT -5
Lynn walks through the door covered from head to foot in flour. A large sack of flour in one arm, and a package of curtians in her hand. Her face reddening slightly as she see's Henrik making tea.
"Do you want some help with the tea sweetheart?"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 2, 2013 13:00:51 GMT -5
The mug pauses between countertop and lips as Henrik's eyebrow rises and his jaw drops. There are mamy things he could say but he can't think of one thing. He simply smiles and says. "Thank you love. I could take some upstairs for Lionel if he needs a refill, then I can help you with all...this..."
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Post by offduty on Sept 2, 2013 13:11:00 GMT -5
"I tried to warn you to stay out of the kitchen" Offers him a little smile. "Thank you love. I seem to be a little off balance today."
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Post by Fleur de la chevalerie on Sept 2, 2013 21:13:26 GMT -5
Lionel had been about to enquire of Henrik on the matters of the refugees, takes note of the scene in the kitchen, smiles wanly and shakes his head. "I'll get a mop."
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Post by Left of Intentions on Sept 3, 2013 1:20:31 GMT -5
The unhealthily skinny figure returns, on her own this time, tucking quietly into a corner - close to the door of the sick room. She hugs her legs to her chest and rests her freckled chin on her knees. Her fingers tap a slow numerical patter on her shin. Her eyes watch the floor as she sits, a blank kind of stare, seemingly little life behind her pale green eyes.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 3, 2013 13:18:59 GMT -5
The unhealthily skinny figure returns, on her own this time, tucking quietly into a corner - close to the door of the sick room. She hugs her legs to her chest and rests her freckled chin on her knees. Her fingers tap a slow numerical patter on her shin. Her eyes watch the floor as she sits, a blank kind of stare, seemingly little life behind her pale green eyes. Henrik finishes helping to clean up the kitchen and is now in full flow, gathering potatoes, oil, onions, salt and butter he starts cooking. He glances at the girl every time he passes the counter from the other side. Soon, delicious smells are wafting from the kitchen, fried potato and onion hashes, made with fresh bread and butter. |
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Post by Left of Intentions on Sept 3, 2013 14:44:51 GMT -5
Henrik finishes helping to clean up the kitchen and is now in full flow, gathering potatoes, oil, onions, salt and butter he starts cooking. He glances at the girl every time he passes the counter from the other side. Soon, delicious smells are wafting from the kitchen, fried potato and onion hashes, made with fresh bread and butter. During one of his passes he'd notice her stuffing a single pink flower in her mouth, chewing on it for a while before swallowing it down. Her dull gaze follows his feet now and then when he goes by, though she never looks up past his knees. She never makes a sound. |
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 3, 2013 15:03:26 GMT -5
Henrik finishes helping to clean up the kitchen and is now in full flow, gathering potatoes, oil, onions, salt and butter he starts cooking. He glances at the girl every time he passes the counter from the other side. Soon, delicious smells are wafting from the kitchen, fried potato and onion hashes, made with fresh bread and butter. During one of his passes he'd notice her stuffing a single pink flower in her mouth, chewing on it for a while before swallowing it down. Her dull gaze follows his feet now and then when he goes by, though she never looks up past his knees. She never makes a sound. "Those flowers are lovely as a snack but I would not call them a meal...though I'd lived on them for a while...." She would hear him remark gently as he passes. "Would you like some of what I am making?" Plates clatter, he slices bread and butters it, placing slices on each plate in front of him. |
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Post by offduty on Sept 3, 2013 15:12:51 GMT -5
The smell of food draws Lynn back to the kitchen.
"Oh honey it smells good." Grabs her stool and starts to climb up to the top shelf again.
"I forgot to get the tin down that I came in here for in the first place."
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 3, 2013 15:16:57 GMT -5
The smell of food draws Lynn back to the kitchen. "Oh honey it smells good." Grabs her stool and starts to climb up to the top shelf again. "I forgot to get the tin down that I came in here for in the first place." "Uh oh.." Glancing away from the girl a moment, it is obvious to anyone watching the healer is picturing his wife falling off the stool and landing in a pile of pots. He dives over to the stool and braces her against his shoulder amid the laughter of the kitchen staff. |
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Post by offduty on Sept 3, 2013 15:23:52 GMT -5
Reaching as far as she can trying to grab the tin, her foot slipping on the stool as she plows backwards into her husband. A loud umph can be heard.
"Sweetheart do you think you can reach that for me?" Pointing to the small tin that holds her custom tea blend. "I don't know who put that up so high, but clearly they didn't stop to think how short I am."
Laughing as she looks up over her shoulder at him.
"Nice catch by the way."
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 3, 2013 15:33:33 GMT -5
Reaching as far as she can trying to grab the tin, her foot slipping on the stool as she plows backwards into her husband. A loud umph can be heard. "Sweetheart do you think you can reach that for me?" Pointing to the small tin that holds her custom tea blend. "I don't know who put that up so high, but clearly they didn't stop to think how short I am." Laughing as she looks up over her shoulder at him. "Nice catch by the way." "Thank you sweetheart...I'm good at catching people when they fall, years of people passing out in front of me...or on me..." The tall man chuckles and after setting her down he reaches up and picks up her tea caddy easily. "There, one time my height does come in useful, perhaps if we keep this on a lower shelf?" He smiles, turning back to his bread slicing. "Ah if only there were more of me, this would go a lot faster." |
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Post by offduty on Sept 3, 2013 15:44:47 GMT -5
"I like everything being on a lower shelf would be a good idea"
She giggles wildly as she skips out of the kitchen singing to herself.
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Post by Fleur de la chevalerie on Sept 3, 2013 16:36:36 GMT -5
Smiling as he makes way for the skipping Lynn, Lionel enters the kitchen and picks up another loaf of bread and a knife. "Physical labor is a balm for the soul, tis said, especially after one has been cooped up in an office for hours."He slices out the top part of the loaf and forms a wide trencher with the rest.
Noting one of the pots of broth on the stove is already boiling nicely he cuts up some potatoes, carrots, and onion.It's evident this man never spent much time preparing food in a kitchen, he takes to the task with more gusto than skill, the cuts uneven.Indeed, he wields the simple cutting blade more like a dagger, thumb and forefinger extended as if to embrace a hilt's edge for better control.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 3, 2013 16:41:07 GMT -5
Chuckling, Henrik regards the bread Lionel is slicing and murmers with a grin. "You really remind me of Holance."
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Post by Left of Intentions on Sept 4, 2013 1:24:06 GMT -5
Though she started to reply in a quiet voice his sudden dash away to rescue Lynn causes her to pause and she falls back into silence. Seeming to simply accept the going on, she resumes her watch of the floor like it was never interrupted in the first place.
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Post by offduty on Sept 4, 2013 3:21:39 GMT -5
Looking down at the girl, she simply places a bowl of soup, a bowl of fresh cut apples, grapes, and peaches, along with a slice of bread down beside her.
"Here you go dear. I'm lynn. If you wish anything else please let someone know."
Lynn sits on the floor next to her sipping her tea, eating a few grapes.
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Post by Left of Intentions on Sept 4, 2013 3:27:03 GMT -5
Her eyes shift to look towards Lynn, though not quite directly at her. Her small hands lift to the bowl of fruit, playing over the various pieces in an almost counting fashion.
"Alright."
She takes an apple slice, nibbling at it for a moment. She then speaks again, her voice almost a whisper.
"Holance told me I should be quiet. But he also told me I should tell you something. You and Henrik."
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Post by offduty on Sept 4, 2013 3:33:37 GMT -5
Smiles to the girl.
"Dear as you can tell the hussle and bussle of this house is far from quiet. You should hear me in the kitchen lately. I'm suprised they don't lock me out of there. Now what do you wish to tell us dear?"
Offers the girl a cup of hot tea.
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Post by Left of Intentions on Sept 4, 2013 3:44:36 GMT -5
She somewhat daintily takes the tea, cradling the cup with the tips of her fingers. Her expression, mostly blank, takes on an awkward smile, a meek expression that fades quickly.
"It's what Holance wanted me to do. He wanted me to tell you that I should stay here to keep away from Zodika. She was going to feed me. Holance and Velsario want me to eat here instead."
She takes a small sip of the tea, her fingers playing over the fruit before picking a grape to nibble.
"Holance says I can live here."
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Post by offduty on Sept 4, 2013 4:12:43 GMT -5
"Well lets get you to the table, and get a proper meal into you. I'm sorry I'm such a mess today, but you are more then welcome to stay and eat with everyone."
Offering a hand the help the girl up.
"Personally I don't know Zodika, or heard much of anything about her. I trust Holance and Velsario, and I know there judgement to be good. We serve three proper meals a day and I always try to keep the fruit bowls full for one who gets hungry between meals. If you wish anything else just go to the counter and ask one of the ladies there, and they will let you know what we have."
Moving the bowls to the table in front an empty chair.
"How long have you been waiting here dear?"
Noticing the small foot prints and dustings of flour she's leaving behind, Lynns light hearted laughter echo into the kitchen.
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Post by Left of Intentions on Sept 4, 2013 4:21:49 GMT -5
The small woman looks at Lynns hand for a moment, then pushes herself up while avoiding contact, and lets herself be led to the table. Her gaze shifts about, her posture a bit hunched as if to make herself look smaller.
"Just a while. It doesn't matter."
She pauses as laughter ensues, looking a bit uncertain as she eyes the flour footprints. Her own expression remains flat, the humor it seems, completely lost on her.
Finally, touching the bowl with her fingertips she asks, "What do you want for this?"
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Post by offduty on Sept 4, 2013 5:16:39 GMT -5
Smiling at the girl.
"You don't have to pay for your food here dear. If you're handy with a broom, and a rag, a little help cleaning or maybe helping serving those who can't help themselves. The house runs on donations and the good will of others. I have made aggrangements with some of the farmers for fresh veggies and fruits. We have stables where we keep our personal horses, and house the one's of those who live here. There's always plenty you could help with around here, but now lots of food and rest for you. I will have Henrik set up an extra bed for you dear. No sleeping on the floors. I'm just a little clutch right now, and I wouldnt want to step on you."
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Post by Left of Intentions on Sept 4, 2013 5:41:20 GMT -5
She takes another grape, eating it slowly as she looks about with lowered eyes, seeming distant perhaps, or detached from the situation. Her gaze comes to rest on Lynns hands.
"Alright. I won't sleep on the floor. I can help. I'll do whatever you want, Lynn. I'm useful. Just tell me what to do," she offers when she finally finishes with the grape.
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Post by offduty on Sept 4, 2013 6:16:36 GMT -5
"First finish your meal, and then we will get you settled in. Are you in need of any special services? Healing, or perhaps some counceling? We are here to help all those in need. If there is anything you prefer to eat just let us know. My husband and I both are pretty good cooks."
Smiles brightly. "It's going to be alright, you are among friends now."
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Post by Left of Intentions on Sept 4, 2013 7:11:48 GMT -5
She surveys the soup and the fruit for a moment, then settles herself down. Her eyes rest on the food as she speaks, almost as if she expects the food to answer instead of Lynn.
"I don't need anything. Just something to do. I'll eat. But I can help, too, if you tell me what to do."
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 4, 2013 8:04:37 GMT -5
Still finishing his work in the kitchen, Henrik listens to the conversation intently, his keen eyes rest on the girl's face, notes her expressions and reactions. Finally emerging, he says politely "Miss, if you would like to help that's a wonderful kind offer, you are most welcome here, stay as long as you need to stay. Any help is appreciated but not expected....we're awaiting an influx of refugees soon, we will need to gather plenty of food, medicinal herbs, kits, wood and supplies so any help with that would be gratefully recieved if you feel able to offer it."
He continues to talk as he sits, folding his long legs under him as he places himself beside them. "We help those who are in grave need of compassion, those who are lost, lonely, grieving, sick, injured, homeless and in need of succor and care. People who are able to support themselves generally do not come here unless it's to offer aid to those less fortunate, or they themselves have fallen into sudden disaster. Some faiths would argue that ours is patching up society, some of dark faiths...would argue that we are giving people something they have not earned through suffering, but ...they have already suffered by the time they come here. Gravely. They have hit their lowest point. We help them. My lord is not only a god of healing and suffering, but - the - god of endurance and perseverance, he educates us that we must teach people how to endure their painful struggles and bear the dark times with grace and fortitude. We listen and offer advice or words of comfort to those who need it, we counsel as well as heal and feed and shelter. We teach them how to forage and fend for themselves too, if asked."
He sips his tea. "We ask for nothing in return, for us it is an act of brotherhood, sisterhood and love, the very purest and best part of humanoid feeling. So be welcome here, Miss. If you need anything, healing, advice, a friend to talk to, someone to share a cup of tea with, we're here and we'll listen. There is no sting in the tail here, no payment needed...it is what it is."
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Post by offduty on Sept 4, 2013 8:07:35 GMT -5
"Well good then."
Looks to Henrik smiling as she listens to him speaking with the girl.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Sept 4, 2013 8:19:18 GMT -5
Henrik reaches over and tickles Lynn's back. "Mrs Flour Foot! How did you manage to get it on your shoes?" he eyes her boots. "I thought I'd swept it all up."
He looks at the girl with a grin. "She's so messy. When you're done eating, your help would be appreciated, I think Lynn would like an extra pair of hands getting eggs this evening and I can come along too and pick herbs in return for weeding while you two make a deal with the farmer."
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Post by Left of Intentions on Sept 4, 2013 8:57:29 GMT -5
As Henrik speaks she nibbles at the soup, glancing at him from time to time, though never making eye contact. Her fingers toy with the table edge, not quite picking at it, just brushing an almost numerical sequence as she listens.
"Alright. I can collect eggs. I'm good at finding herbs. And making deals."
Her eyes shift towards Lynn a moment, an awkward half smile making half of an appearance before vanishing again.
"And keeping clean."
Notably, despite how tattered and threadbare her clothes are, they do prove to be quite clean, her little hands free of grim, the only smudges on her face made by her many freckles.
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