Once Kharjo went to try his luck at the north wing, I hunted down Rayya, who was having a grand time hammering away at the cellar’s fully functional forge—which, in retrospect, seemed a terrible idea to build below the abode where my children lived. Something about the noxious fumes, but oh well; it was done. My Redguard housecarl snapped to attention when I snatched the blacksmith hammer from her hand, and reluctantly, she complied with my order to station herself at the kitchen and cook dinner.
I took a few blessed minutes of peace to myself, unloading the items from my pack into the safes and chests surrounding the forge. A self-professed hoarder, I produced animal pelts, ingots, daggers, and potions that should have been physically impossible to all fit into the simple traveling bag I lugged around with me on my adventures. I was halfway through my obsessive-compulsive organizing when the surface over my head suddenly shook from a loud impact. Cursing, I dropped the ingots I was arranging in alphabetical order and dragged myself to the ladder leading back to the manor.
The interior had been evacuated, but the telltale sounds of a battle waging outside brought new speed to my movements. Dashing to the open entrance, I came upon the sight of my follower, my spouse, my bard, and my housecarl taking on an incensed giant that had murdered all of my chickens. So busy was I mourning for my deceased poultry, that the members of my household managed to kill the giant without my help.
“While I would never question your priorities, my Thane, I’m surprised at your concern for the chickens when the children are in hysterics over there,” Rayya commented in a flat tone, pointing to Blaise and Lucia quivering in the stables.
“Of course the children are first on my mind,” I sputtered as my face flushed. Leaning down, I grabbed the chickens and shoved them at her. “Here. You might as well add them to the meal. Now back to the kitchen with you.”
Once again demoted from guardian warrior to domestic chef, Rayya took the birds and made her disgruntled way back inside. Llewellyn and Kharjo followed her while Ghorbash herded Blaise and Lucia up the stairs to the balcony on the other side of the manor since they refused to go near the giant’s corpse. It had begun raining, and I had to coax my carriage driver to come in out of the downpour when, for some incomprehensible reason, he stubbornly declined to leave his post.
With everyone inside, I glanced at the dead giant now draped over my doorstep.
Meh. We’ll move that thing later. Bloody chicken-killing savage.
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Chaos at the Hearth [4/?]
Date: 2013-12-14 07:53 pm (UTC)I took a few blessed minutes of peace to myself, unloading the items from my pack into the safes and chests surrounding the forge. A self-professed hoarder, I produced animal pelts, ingots, daggers, and potions that should have been physically impossible to all fit into the simple traveling bag I lugged around with me on my adventures. I was halfway through my obsessive-compulsive organizing when the surface over my head suddenly shook from a loud impact. Cursing, I dropped the ingots I was arranging in alphabetical order and dragged myself to the ladder leading back to the manor.
The interior had been evacuated, but the telltale sounds of a battle waging outside brought new speed to my movements. Dashing to the open entrance, I came upon the sight of my follower, my spouse, my bard, and my housecarl taking on an incensed giant that had murdered all of my chickens. So busy was I mourning for my deceased poultry, that the members of my household managed to kill the giant without my help.
“While I would never question your priorities, my Thane, I’m surprised at your concern for the chickens when the children are in hysterics over there,” Rayya commented in a flat tone, pointing to Blaise and Lucia quivering in the stables.
“Of course the children are first on my mind,” I sputtered as my face flushed. Leaning down, I grabbed the chickens and shoved them at her. “Here. You might as well add them to the meal. Now back to the kitchen with you.”
Once again demoted from guardian warrior to domestic chef, Rayya took the birds and made her disgruntled way back inside. Llewellyn and Kharjo followed her while Ghorbash herded Blaise and Lucia up the stairs to the balcony on the other side of the manor since they refused to go near the giant’s corpse. It had begun raining, and I had to coax my carriage driver to come in out of the downpour when, for some incomprehensible reason, he stubbornly declined to leave his post.
With everyone inside, I glanced at the dead giant now draped over my doorstep.
Meh. We’ll move that thing later. Bloody chicken-killing savage.