When the Loft was cleaned, she settled to floor of it beside the window. Curtains now hung there against panes of glass that had the attention of her cleaning rag as well. Her head lulled back against the wall beside the sill and looked to the otherwise sparse area. Slight, a smile was there to think about Panther and all his hard work to make the Loft what it already was. It would be a gentle place to be and spent time at. Her smile dampened a little as a touch of worry lay upon her heart for where Panther might be and if he was well. She could not take him far from her thoughts, nor did she like to.
?It is only three days. He will come home when it is time...? Whispered words were voiced to none in the Loft. It was much better that way. For her to say too much to a public ear might have made her seem overly worrisome and so she stayed herself quiet as much as possible on it.
Dark hair normally loose about her face and shoulders had been pulled back with a strip of leather while she worked. Touch rose from her knee to pull it from her hair and allow it fall back about her shoulders; tucking the strand of leather into the pocket of her dress. The effort made her wince, reminding her of the inn door jarring her wrist a night or so ago. Eyed dropped a frowning look at her wrist and turned her hand over carefully. No bruising on the outside, but she could feel it within.
Rest was taken while that delicate joint was favored. She glanced towards the opening in the floor where the ladder led down to the large livery below. Horses could be heard vaguely moving about in their straw-carpeted stalls. Occasionally, she heard the liveryman and someone younger working. It was a peaceful place. No shouting. No fighting. And S?jira smiled at the thought of it.
When the thought occurred to her, a slight smile was found again. A swim. As warm as the days were growing and after a morning of thorough cleaning, the small one was lured to the idea.
To her small height, she gathered herself up. Bare feet were slipped into her sandals before wrapping the leathers of them up and criss-crossed about her shins and calves. When she left the livery, she headed in the direction of the Glen with thoughts of cool, fresh water of the lake.
?It is only three days. He will come home when it is time...? Whispered words were voiced to none in the Loft. It was much better that way. For her to say too much to a public ear might have made her seem overly worrisome and so she stayed herself quiet as much as possible on it.
Dark hair normally loose about her face and shoulders had been pulled back with a strip of leather while she worked. Touch rose from her knee to pull it from her hair and allow it fall back about her shoulders; tucking the strand of leather into the pocket of her dress. The effort made her wince, reminding her of the inn door jarring her wrist a night or so ago. Eyed dropped a frowning look at her wrist and turned her hand over carefully. No bruising on the outside, but she could feel it within.
Rest was taken while that delicate joint was favored. She glanced towards the opening in the floor where the ladder led down to the large livery below. Horses could be heard vaguely moving about in their straw-carpeted stalls. Occasionally, she heard the liveryman and someone younger working. It was a peaceful place. No shouting. No fighting. And S?jira smiled at the thought of it.
When the thought occurred to her, a slight smile was found again. A swim. As warm as the days were growing and after a morning of thorough cleaning, the small one was lured to the idea.
To her small height, she gathered herself up. Bare feet were slipped into her sandals before wrapping the leathers of them up and criss-crossed about her shins and calves. When she left the livery, she headed in the direction of the Glen with thoughts of cool, fresh water of the lake.