Crouched before the hot iron belly of her wood stove, a one miss Lilliana McClae let the heat from the fire within lick at her outstretched fingers, soothing their sore tips. They'd been busy, those pale hands. That is, she'd been busy. Busy, busy, busy as a late autumn bee. She and her fingers weren't the only tireless workers either, both boots and the backside that powered them had been putting in their fair share as they traveled to and fro along the lengths of road that stretched between town and home. Things were coming together though, and while her body sometimes ached with the stress of it all, the gypsy witch had no real reason to complain. The night was but a week and a few precious days away, and while her preparations were many and near done there were still quite a few loose ends that needed tying. There was the butcher to see, her corset to tool and buff, the farmer who'd be delivering her pumpkins, the local brewers who'd supply her night's drink, a chandler whom she still needed to consult...
"Ah, an' the leather smith. He'll be needin' a checkin' up on. Be' he'll have the oil I've been aft'er fer this damn corse' t'oo." Pursing her lips, Lilli exhaled hotly, her breath aimed up high at the persistent curls that haloed her brow. The leather smith also had a particularly essential part to play for her upcoming festivities. Without him, let's just say Lilliana and her many guests would be more open to ethereal mischief without the goods she'd commissioned the man to craft.
Retracting her hands from their hovering about the stove, the brilliant buxom took a few steps backward to assume a more relaxed position inside the afghan-draped arms of a favorite chair. There at it's side stood an equally favored, three-legged antique table that'd seen many a day before her own. Atop it, beside a half finished cup of tea and a hank of yarn she'd yet to ball, lay open a loose hard cover journal. It's pages showed a series of little lists and half drawn doodles that attempted to bring some deeper dimension to her thoughts and 'to do's. Eyes blinked and peered downward as the gypsy set her finger to what looked like crudely drawn leaves and animal heads.
"Auspicious nigh'. Can' be t'oo careful." Outside the wind howled mournfully in a way that set any tree limb caught in it's passing to swaying and shaking, adding further harmony to the chilly night's music. Shifting in place, Lilli wiggled into the hug of her chair and woolen afghan a bit more, grateful for the support and warmth. Pulling her legs up onto the chair with the rest of her the redhead tugged slowly at whatever excess blanket she could. Sense told her bed would be more comfortable, but given the energy required to up and relocate herself from this side of the room to the other, she'd suffer what comfort she had for now. Mouth low, she buried her nose in the thick weave, leaving little more than the pale, freckled hills of her cheeks and the bright, molten rings of her eyes peeking out. She was a sight all curled up; like some great ginger cat who'd proudly stolen your seat, hair fluffed, eyes peeping, she stole a glance up to the half moon window that crowned the door to her caravan. She saw the shadow of those rickety branches dancing, and for a moment let herself imagine how with the next sway, they'd reach high up enough into the heavens and scatter the already widespread stars. Maybe they'd even try to take a chunk out of the growing moon.
"....silly. Always the girl-child, Lilliana." Amused with herself, the gypsy witch laughed out loud. "I suppose tha's wha' I ge' keepin' hours like this fer no good reason." Unsticking her eyes from the window too effort, but once she managed it, a much greater lure tugged at them, her bed. Moving still seemed took great a chore, however, especially when the heat she was accumulating between her quilt and the bright, cheery little stove was finally setting into her bones just right. Aha, the stove.
"Mm....Need t'clean tha' ou' t'oo." Another item added to the list, which, glancing down at her notes, had the word cobwebs circled and underscored several times over. Grumbling quietly, Lilli buried her nose back into her afghan once more, eyes lidded.
"Damn cobwebs." It was her own fault, given the busyness of her schedule and her great disdain for the chore of dusting in general, she'd put off this particular 'to do' for a while now. In all honesty, given the time the buxom had spent away from the city over the past few years, she was actually quite surprised that the dusty phantoms had stuck to their corners, rather than attempted to take over the whole of her wagon. The image made her shiver, unfortunately for her, that shiver dislodged a yawn that'd been stuck somewhere in her chest for a while now. Knowing when to admit defeat, Lilli grumped one last final time before rousing herself from her chair, afghan trailing like some motley bridal veil.
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________________________________________ ________________________________________ Do you hear it' The wind's still whispering....Samhain.
"Ah, an' the leather smith. He'll be needin' a checkin' up on. Be' he'll have the oil I've been aft'er fer this damn corse' t'oo." Pursing her lips, Lilli exhaled hotly, her breath aimed up high at the persistent curls that haloed her brow. The leather smith also had a particularly essential part to play for her upcoming festivities. Without him, let's just say Lilliana and her many guests would be more open to ethereal mischief without the goods she'd commissioned the man to craft.
Retracting her hands from their hovering about the stove, the brilliant buxom took a few steps backward to assume a more relaxed position inside the afghan-draped arms of a favorite chair. There at it's side stood an equally favored, three-legged antique table that'd seen many a day before her own. Atop it, beside a half finished cup of tea and a hank of yarn she'd yet to ball, lay open a loose hard cover journal. It's pages showed a series of little lists and half drawn doodles that attempted to bring some deeper dimension to her thoughts and 'to do's. Eyes blinked and peered downward as the gypsy set her finger to what looked like crudely drawn leaves and animal heads.
"Auspicious nigh'. Can' be t'oo careful." Outside the wind howled mournfully in a way that set any tree limb caught in it's passing to swaying and shaking, adding further harmony to the chilly night's music. Shifting in place, Lilli wiggled into the hug of her chair and woolen afghan a bit more, grateful for the support and warmth. Pulling her legs up onto the chair with the rest of her the redhead tugged slowly at whatever excess blanket she could. Sense told her bed would be more comfortable, but given the energy required to up and relocate herself from this side of the room to the other, she'd suffer what comfort she had for now. Mouth low, she buried her nose in the thick weave, leaving little more than the pale, freckled hills of her cheeks and the bright, molten rings of her eyes peeking out. She was a sight all curled up; like some great ginger cat who'd proudly stolen your seat, hair fluffed, eyes peeping, she stole a glance up to the half moon window that crowned the door to her caravan. She saw the shadow of those rickety branches dancing, and for a moment let herself imagine how with the next sway, they'd reach high up enough into the heavens and scatter the already widespread stars. Maybe they'd even try to take a chunk out of the growing moon.
"....silly. Always the girl-child, Lilliana." Amused with herself, the gypsy witch laughed out loud. "I suppose tha's wha' I ge' keepin' hours like this fer no good reason." Unsticking her eyes from the window too effort, but once she managed it, a much greater lure tugged at them, her bed. Moving still seemed took great a chore, however, especially when the heat she was accumulating between her quilt and the bright, cheery little stove was finally setting into her bones just right. Aha, the stove.
"Mm....Need t'clean tha' ou' t'oo." Another item added to the list, which, glancing down at her notes, had the word cobwebs circled and underscored several times over. Grumbling quietly, Lilli buried her nose back into her afghan once more, eyes lidded.
"Damn cobwebs." It was her own fault, given the busyness of her schedule and her great disdain for the chore of dusting in general, she'd put off this particular 'to do' for a while now. In all honesty, given the time the buxom had spent away from the city over the past few years, she was actually quite surprised that the dusty phantoms had stuck to their corners, rather than attempted to take over the whole of her wagon. The image made her shiver, unfortunately for her, that shiver dislodged a yawn that'd been stuck somewhere in her chest for a while now. Knowing when to admit defeat, Lilli grumped one last final time before rousing herself from her chair, afghan trailing like some motley bridal veil.
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________________________________________ ________________________________________ Do you hear it' The wind's still whispering....Samhain.