(Posted:26 Nov 2008)
The Wheel turns as the Wheel wills... - Saying in the WOT, Robert Jordan
Getting Settled
Snow spotted the ground in areas still, but those areas were small in quantity and few and far between. Still the cold of winter had not melted away with the little snow that had fallen so far that season.
The chill had reached the rooms that she called hers at the Red Dragon. Two of them had been rented indefinitely, with enough coin to exchange hands to insure that she would be there for at least a year. The two rooms that were adjoined by one door had been rearranged to her instruction. One was kept as a bedroom with bed, a table next to it for oil lamp and else, and trunks for her clothing and that trunk that had once belonged to her fallen Warder. At the far corner, away from the window of that particular bedroom was a tub as high as her hip and just short of being long enough to stretch out in. Valucia had draped linen along its edged to dress and soften the otherwise coarse appearance of that tub. The second of the rooms was a crude sitting room and an informal parlor for her use. Two arm chairs with pillows to their seats and blankets over their backs flanked a small table at one end of the room. On that small table was another, bigger oil lamp. A larger table stood within reach of that room?s window with its own, barrel-backed chairs where papers and more littered it at one end and room for her to eat at its other.
?A set of shelves is needed.? Valucia murmured it quietly as her hands met her hips and looked over the room she would use as her sitting room. Unlike some, her stay at the Red Dragon would not be brief. She intended to stay quite a while before the notion of staying would ever occur to her.
Her hands lifted to drawer the simple, unstriped shawl of deep blue about her shoulders. It wasn?t too cold in the room, but the movement of the shawl was as pensive as it was utilitarian. ?And some herb plants.? She frowned to consider where she might find any hot houses this time of the year and settled on considering asking about at the shops in the market later in the day. As she entertained the thought, she snagged a few of the letters from the large table and took them with her. Then settled herself into one of the chairs next to the small table to begin reading the missives that had arrived the day before.
The Wheel turns as the Wheel wills... - Saying in the WOT, Robert Jordan
Getting Settled
Snow spotted the ground in areas still, but those areas were small in quantity and few and far between. Still the cold of winter had not melted away with the little snow that had fallen so far that season.
The chill had reached the rooms that she called hers at the Red Dragon. Two of them had been rented indefinitely, with enough coin to exchange hands to insure that she would be there for at least a year. The two rooms that were adjoined by one door had been rearranged to her instruction. One was kept as a bedroom with bed, a table next to it for oil lamp and else, and trunks for her clothing and that trunk that had once belonged to her fallen Warder. At the far corner, away from the window of that particular bedroom was a tub as high as her hip and just short of being long enough to stretch out in. Valucia had draped linen along its edged to dress and soften the otherwise coarse appearance of that tub. The second of the rooms was a crude sitting room and an informal parlor for her use. Two arm chairs with pillows to their seats and blankets over their backs flanked a small table at one end of the room. On that small table was another, bigger oil lamp. A larger table stood within reach of that room?s window with its own, barrel-backed chairs where papers and more littered it at one end and room for her to eat at its other.
?A set of shelves is needed.? Valucia murmured it quietly as her hands met her hips and looked over the room she would use as her sitting room. Unlike some, her stay at the Red Dragon would not be brief. She intended to stay quite a while before the notion of staying would ever occur to her.
Her hands lifted to drawer the simple, unstriped shawl of deep blue about her shoulders. It wasn?t too cold in the room, but the movement of the shawl was as pensive as it was utilitarian. ?And some herb plants.? She frowned to consider where she might find any hot houses this time of the year and settled on considering asking about at the shops in the market later in the day. As she entertained the thought, she snagged a few of the letters from the large table and took them with her. Then settled herself into one of the chairs next to the small table to begin reading the missives that had arrived the day before.