[19:14] ℂℓy (clysa.dragoone) sighs softly, as steelyeyes blinking, waking slowly, cly gazes about the dimness wiithin her Jarl's cabin. Today was the day. Her Jarl returned a few days ago and met with the Village council. It was decided, that they would be seeking out lusher lands then that of the 'Mark, to prosper on.
Stretching as she rises, cly noticee her Jarl had slipped out before dawn, not dsturbing her. No doubt he was at the docks, speaking to the captain and preparing the serpent to sail that day. Going to the fireplace, she added some more log to the dying ambers. It was early spring and the air still holds a chill to it. As the cabin starts to warm, she starts to gather her Jarl's clothesand belongings, placing them into the chests along side the wall.
[19:14] ℂℓy (clysa.dragoone): a broom from the corner and stats to sweep outthe gathering dust, humming softly as she works.
Seeing that she was almost finished, cly went back out to fetch the furs and blankets. Folding and rolling them, she adds themto the final chests in the corner. Smiling, she nods slightly before sitting by the fireplace, awaiting for the dockhands to arrive, to let them know about the chests and what else that needs to be sent to the docks to be loaded up into the serpent.
As they came, cly heads out to see what else needs doing before they all head out that day. Turning she hurries to fetch a basket to gather up some last larmas to add to the supplies before they leave Rondvik to head to their new home and start a new beginning.
Noir Avenir.
