Topic: Little Touches

Sjira

Date: 2007-07-05 11:54 EST
Before the moment morning's light began to dry the dew from the rooftops, S'jira had risen and washed. Her hair was still wet while helping Iseault with the laundry of the inn. Hurrying through it, with care simply not to be careless with any of it, the small one headed out the door of the establishment with frayed hems of her shift dusting about her thighs.

The marketplace was where S'jira headed, and two coins in hand. The merchant of various wares had barely the sleep from her eyes, but filled with a glint of surprise in the when she saw the young woman heading in her direction.

S'jira's steps were carefully made through the waking market and towards that vendor in particular. It was a very quiet exchange, those coins for a handful of seed beads. And with a little left over, two thumbnail-sized, polished stones with holes bored into their centers were purchased as well.

All were tucked into the pouch of simple leather at her right side and she was headed back towards the inn. There, some might have seen her at work the rest of the morning until the passing of mid-day to finish the beads upon her shift, and the starting of something with the braiding of several dark, leather strips. Little touches added to both as she lost track of the hours..

Sjira

Date: 2008-01-01 11:20 EST
To her surprise, the door had allowed her through weeks ago, where with many others it did not. Again it was tried from that time to see that the room was kept clean and linens and bathing cloths and towels were exchanged for freshly washed ones.

Days ago, the small one had made her way into Panther's room at the Red Dragon Inn. The door was closed completely with the swell of her hip. Caring hands cradled the glassbrown, clear bowl with a large, dried blossom at the botom of it. She set it to the middle of the table and drew a step back from it to smile upon the beautiful flowerhead; faded a little of its once bright purple, blue, and yellow petals.

From the tiny pocket sewn into the folds of skirts of her white dress, she removed a slender, rectangular card of paper. On it were written: Add water and Spring will come to you.

It was not a literal wording, but heart knew the beauty that the water would bring back to the dehydrated petals. And the scent that would gentle fill his room with its soft perfume that would not be found overwhelming.

S'jira placed the little card in a lean against the plain, glass bowl that held the dried out bloom and moved for the door. Opening it, she closed it securely into place and moved down the hall to see if who had come to visit the inn that night...

Sjira

Date: 2008-01-06 19:55 EST
Once a week now, to that week's end, she could be seen leaving his room.

Gift of that special flower, dried and just a touch paler than its livelier self, was left in the glass bowl a second time. It was a small touch, but only what she dared.

Assumptions might be drawn of it, or merely dismissed as the small one being who she was. But a gift of the heart, it was and one she dared no louder.

Hand passed against the pelt that was on the bed and wondered at it again curiously, then not to spend any more time within the room than might bring ill talk against him, S'jira left it.

Her limbs still hurt, with small bruises littering her shins and knees and her progress from that room was slow and steady. The door closed, she made her way down the hall to see to cleaning Sid's room.