Post by Rae on Dec 15, 2015 19:51:06 GMT
Vox foulee
Steam made Berelai's hair frizz and she pouted as she twisted it and placed it in a messy knot on the top of her head. She was glad that she had removed any traces of the kohl from last night's festivities or else she would have what appeared to be two black eyes. Sweat plastered her linen gown to her body, the woman hated wearing trousers and had decided that if she became a Rider, she'd only wear pants to fight thread. She'd recalled seeing a dress with skirts divided for riding runnerbeasts and she thought she could fashion something similar should the need arise. Until then, it was dresses and skirts only.
Returning to her work, she smooth out the white tablecloth and picked the heated iron off the stove made just for that purpose. She hated being sweaty and gross, but she did glean a degree of satisfaction as she ironed the wrinkles from the cloth, leaving behind a pristine expanse of material, ready for the next festivity.
"How could people spill so much wine? There's practically an entire keg's worth of wasted wine here." She observed to her Candidate companions placed on laundry duty with her. Berelai had been pleased to see that Jorah's name right next to hers, but she hadn't met the other fellow, a Prentis if she recalled. She wondered what that kid's story was.
Her distraction resulted in her burning the corner of her hand with the hand. She yelped and waved her hand around to cool it off. Luckily her hands were callused from the hot iron she used to curl or straighten her hair, so she covered up her discomfort by returning to her task at hand. She enjoyed the ironing portion and was taking extra care to make sure the cloth was perfect. Once she finished with that sheet, she would have to go back to scrubbing wine stains out in hot soapy water. Her hands and cuticles were getting ruined in that hot vat!
Steam made Berelai's hair frizz and she pouted as she twisted it and placed it in a messy knot on the top of her head. She was glad that she had removed any traces of the kohl from last night's festivities or else she would have what appeared to be two black eyes. Sweat plastered her linen gown to her body, the woman hated wearing trousers and had decided that if she became a Rider, she'd only wear pants to fight thread. She'd recalled seeing a dress with skirts divided for riding runnerbeasts and she thought she could fashion something similar should the need arise. Until then, it was dresses and skirts only.
Returning to her work, she smooth out the white tablecloth and picked the heated iron off the stove made just for that purpose. She hated being sweaty and gross, but she did glean a degree of satisfaction as she ironed the wrinkles from the cloth, leaving behind a pristine expanse of material, ready for the next festivity.
"How could people spill so much wine? There's practically an entire keg's worth of wasted wine here." She observed to her Candidate companions placed on laundry duty with her. Berelai had been pleased to see that Jorah's name right next to hers, but she hadn't met the other fellow, a Prentis if she recalled. She wondered what that kid's story was.
Her distraction resulted in her burning the corner of her hand with the hand. She yelped and waved her hand around to cool it off. Luckily her hands were callused from the hot iron she used to curl or straighten her hair, so she covered up her discomfort by returning to her task at hand. She enjoyed the ironing portion and was taking extra care to make sure the cloth was perfect. Once she finished with that sheet, she would have to go back to scrubbing wine stains out in hot soapy water. Her hands and cuticles were getting ruined in that hot vat!
