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Alfric hurried down the narrow corridor, diving into an even smaller, darker one, when he heard footsteps approaching. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, but why? Who would care that he was here, anyway? He was here on the Princes authority. Yet still, he did not move. Pressing...

Alfric rolled himself out of bed and steadied himself against the mantle. The maid had left a pair of leather boots for him beside the fire, and they were nice and warm when he pulled them onto his feet. He did not know where he was going next, but some strange feeling told him he could not stay...

(Okay.. I am doing it right now.)

(I'll write my bite in a momento.)

(If I can find a way to get Alfric down to the stables, and if silks is up to it, sure :) Lets hope their endings aren't quite so sticky as our last two characters were..)

(Maybe..)

(Yeah.. I've kinda been waiting for them.)

(Sorry, I have neglected this thread. This has to have been the longest ball in the history of mankind!)

Alfric stared up at the ceiling, his heart was still pounding and his eyes were moist with tears. He sniffed and rubbed them dry with his knuckles, wincing when a spike of pain shot down his arm. It took him a while to realise where he was. And when he had, the dream was all but faded. Still...

His mother was eating in the solar, he could hear the sounds of womens voices through the door, the clinking of china cups and dishes. He knew they'd be eating hot cakes and drinking tea, which made his stomach rumble, but he knew better than to disturb them. Besides, they always wanted to pinch...

Alfric stretched his good arm, flexed his fingers, cracked his neck, and straightened his back. Rolling his shoulders sent a shiver of pain down his spine, but still the tiredness clung to him like honey, his lids still drooped heavily after every blink. He ran his fingers through his scruffy...

Alfric's shoulder was hot and tingling as he washed over it with the cooling water. The paste Fawn had put on him was resisting the water, like wax. He decided it was best not to try and remove it. He scrubbed himself clean, then stood and shook as much water from himself as he could. The water...

Alfric peeled the rest of his clothes off, they were dirty and dusty and sticky, and foul. He let them fall to the floor then tested the water with his toe. It was fine, so he pulled the tub rght in front of the fire and sat down in it.

He was just pulling off his second sock when Anne came in with the wood. She dumped it on the hearth, tossed a couple of logs on the fire, poked at it a little, then brushed herself down and turned to Alfric. "Fresh clothes are on the chair, put those out in the hall after. Looks like they need...

Anne returned again a few moments later, slugging another bucket of water. She looked exhausted, her straw-blonde hair plastered to her reddened forehead with sweat. Alfric reached forward to take the bucket from her, but she ignored his gesture, emptying the water into the tub with a swift...

When Anne reappeared in the doorway she was struggling with a large bucket of water. She waddled awkwardly to the wooden bath next to the fire and tipped the water into it. Wiping her brow, she scurried off again. Alfric looked at the wooden tub, water sloshing around in the bottom. It didn't...

(:lol:)

(Who? You or Anne? ;))

When she was done she turned to Alfric and dipped her head. "Hope it's all to your likin' Sir. If you'll give me a moment I'll fetch yer water fer ye." Glancing quickly up at him, she slipped passed him and back down the stairs, as silent as a shadow. Alfric stood to admire the room for a...

Alfric followed Anne out of the room. She lead him down a short corridor, and then up a brief set of stairs, which creaked beneath his weight, and into a small dim room. It was a little dusty but the bed was protected by a patterned blanket, and a small fire was lit in the hearth. She threw back...