Post by Narbeleth on Dec 3, 2009 22:17:26 GMT -5
“Cal!” Beleth called lightly upon entering the stables. She was not meek within this barn, it was certain, for her brother, and her father before him, had always treated her as welcome here. Most of the men who had been here for a time knew her, if not by name, at least as a sister of the Stablemaster. She was almost skipping as she went. A few men turned heads as she entered, and it was not only for her call, but she was looking rather bright and lovely today, her cheeks a bit flushed for her quickened pace here, and beaming brilliantly in joy. Her grey day dress seemed not drab, but only to intensify the expression of her eyes.
The young woman stopped one of the young stable hands, a man perhaps her own age, and he did look quite surprised. He was about to tell her that her brother had not come in to work this day, but she spoke first; “Have you seen Calon?” The man nodded; “Yes, my Lady. He’s down on the far end today. Stablemaster’s got him mucking stalls again… fourth day in a row, you know. Must have done something to ignite your brother.” The young man smiled knowingly, and Narbeleth looked at him curiously, wondering if Calon had spoken of her to the other stable hands.
“Fourth day! Well I’ll be. He must have done something deserving to ask it of my brother,” she answered, smiling as sweetly as ever.
“Deserving indeed. We usually switch with the duty each day, only having to do so once a week. I almost feel guilty letting him go through with the punishment,” the man replied light heartedly.
“Well. I should say; a punishment it is.” She took a step toward the end of the hall, then looked back. “Thank you,” she said melodically to the young man, and he nodded his head. She looked down to the end of the hall, and back to the other man, and he winked at her! She almost laughed aloud, but instead she giggled inwardly. Then she proceeded.
Each time she had visited, indeed the man had been at work, and she had not chanced to interrupt him long in front of her brother’s eyes. She would not wish him more extra work than Faeldor had given him already!
However, this time, the Stablemaster was not here. Certainly he allowed his other workers to have some moments free when people came to visit them; for Faeldor was not an unreasonable man when dealing with most; only when dealing with his sisters, it seemed.
She finally found him, almost near the end of the stable. Perhaps he was close to finishing his work for the day; or perhaps he was only halfway through. She could not tell without asking, it was certain. Narbeleth knew the horses well though; and this one had been here at time, and was indeed gentle. It would do no harm to enter the stall with him; so without a word, she bit her lip, and silently opened the latch, taking a careful step in, and shutting it behind her.
She did know better than to touch a man while he was intent in his work though, so instead of letting one finger upon his shoulder while he went, she simply smiled leaning against the wall, playing with the folds of her dress. She watched him for some moments, admiring his muscular arms straining beneath his rolled shirt sleeves. Oh, a handsome man he was. The thought sent a warm feeling to her stomach.
Then she could wait no longer for him to turn and see her; for she was too glad to see him. Her voice was light and beaming. “Calon. One of the stable hands did wink to me when I asked after you. Why do you think he did that?”
The young woman stopped one of the young stable hands, a man perhaps her own age, and he did look quite surprised. He was about to tell her that her brother had not come in to work this day, but she spoke first; “Have you seen Calon?” The man nodded; “Yes, my Lady. He’s down on the far end today. Stablemaster’s got him mucking stalls again… fourth day in a row, you know. Must have done something to ignite your brother.” The young man smiled knowingly, and Narbeleth looked at him curiously, wondering if Calon had spoken of her to the other stable hands.
“Fourth day! Well I’ll be. He must have done something deserving to ask it of my brother,” she answered, smiling as sweetly as ever.
“Deserving indeed. We usually switch with the duty each day, only having to do so once a week. I almost feel guilty letting him go through with the punishment,” the man replied light heartedly.
“Well. I should say; a punishment it is.” She took a step toward the end of the hall, then looked back. “Thank you,” she said melodically to the young man, and he nodded his head. She looked down to the end of the hall, and back to the other man, and he winked at her! She almost laughed aloud, but instead she giggled inwardly. Then she proceeded.
Each time she had visited, indeed the man had been at work, and she had not chanced to interrupt him long in front of her brother’s eyes. She would not wish him more extra work than Faeldor had given him already!
However, this time, the Stablemaster was not here. Certainly he allowed his other workers to have some moments free when people came to visit them; for Faeldor was not an unreasonable man when dealing with most; only when dealing with his sisters, it seemed.
She finally found him, almost near the end of the stable. Perhaps he was close to finishing his work for the day; or perhaps he was only halfway through. She could not tell without asking, it was certain. Narbeleth knew the horses well though; and this one had been here at time, and was indeed gentle. It would do no harm to enter the stall with him; so without a word, she bit her lip, and silently opened the latch, taking a careful step in, and shutting it behind her.
She did know better than to touch a man while he was intent in his work though, so instead of letting one finger upon his shoulder while he went, she simply smiled leaning against the wall, playing with the folds of her dress. She watched him for some moments, admiring his muscular arms straining beneath his rolled shirt sleeves. Oh, a handsome man he was. The thought sent a warm feeling to her stomach.
Then she could wait no longer for him to turn and see her; for she was too glad to see him. Her voice was light and beaming. “Calon. One of the stable hands did wink to me when I asked after you. Why do you think he did that?”