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Post by Camilla Pine on Sept 23, 2012 15:31:50 GMT -5
Gentle and silently, Camilla opened the back door of the temple. It was a very busy place which required much silence from the surrounding people. Camilla was no acceptation to make any noise that would disturb the peace, other shamans would be aloud to get away, but Camilla would get a bug scolding if she did any such thing. When she was in the temple she turned and shut the door as gentle as she could and tried not to make it squeak. When the door was shut she looked around making sure no shaman was in site to question her for not being present in the past few days. When she saw no one she lifted her dress from the floor and started to her room.
Her trip there went in peace and when her door was shut she released a sigh of relief. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a dark grey dress that was given to her by one of the shaman's, Sage. The young shaman was very sweet and had given her the dress not to long ago. Ever since, Camilla treasured it for it was heartfelt gift. Taking off her current sky blue dress, she slipped into the dark grey one. Handing her dress in her closer she grabbed a white apron that hung on the back of her chair that was placed in the corner of her room. Gentle putting it over her dress she switched her shoes to simple black ones and pulled her long white hair up into a bun. Having Camilla's hair up gave her a grown mature look to her and many thought she was older then 16.
Making sure she had everything hidden and placed as they should be she stepped out of her room and back into the hall. Gazing both ways, she made her way to the kitchen which was her second room. Camilla spent a great deal of time in the large room preparing food for the hungry shamans, morning, evening, and night. They all had their own meal times that Camilla had to see to. Along with the many chores that she was required to do as a servant at the temple. It was the job placed upon her ever since she had moved to the temple, it bothered her little thought. She had no other life to get to and she didn't wish to search for one fearing pain that might come along with it.
Camilla moved around the room gathering pots and ingredients so she could start her dinner. When she had everything in places she began to cook. As she did she hummed a cheerful tune that she had learned from her father many many years ago. It stopped when the sound of foot steps rang outside the door and stopped by the door. Camilla stopped what she was doing and whipped her hand on her apron. When she was sure she was clean and presentable she turned towards the door and bowed as it opened. "How many I help you?" |
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Post by Skylar Tyson on Sept 23, 2012 19:48:45 GMT -5
Skylar's hair was dripping wet, no towels had been handy, but he had quickly pulled a shirt on and a pair of baggy pants. He gave himself a pat down, since he couldn't see a mirror was worhtless to him. Running a pale hand through his silver tarnished hair, he skipped into the halway in tme to catch one of the stranger residence of the temple. The shaman watched her waddle away into the kitchen, a grey dress and apron as her attire. Thats what the air currents and feel told him anyways, there was no way to be sure.
Walking confidently in his new skins he marched up to the closet door; he knew the temple like the back of his hand; and reache din for an apron of his own.
Sky had never tried to cook, he could burn water for the lord's sake. And being blind din't help the cause either, but a man could dream right?
Slipping the apron around his head, his hands and fingers fumbled around with the ties behind his back. Another fault, he couldn't tie a knot to save his life.
The boy huffed, giving up and walking straight into the kitchen. The warm scents and breezes washing over him sent goosebumps running uo his arms. The voice greeting him with a question seemed kind and patient. Just what he needed.
"Oh, sorry to be a burden, but could you oerhaps tie the knot in the back? I can't sem to get it." He smiled brightly, his grey blue eyes beaming. This would be fun...
(Using a tablet, excuse my grammar and shortness)
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