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Dead as a doornail :old It was good while it lasted

(Wow sounds exhausting :lol: Glad you're back and safe :thumbsup Sadly, I think this is dying. Athaid has left us (still haven't forgiven her for that) and the owner hasn't been on in way too long, as have the other players here. There's just not much to go on :/ if you have any ideas, shoot...

Fawn decided that staying in her room would be pointless if she wasn't going to sleep. She finished lacing up here gown and grabbed the candle off the table. She exited her room, closing the door quietly behind her, and made her way down the many halls. She figured her best bet would be to just...

Fawn cleaned up with the basin of water a maid had left. She then changed into a clean gown from her trunk, which had been brought up upon her arrival that afternoon. She had told Edmund that she would likely just stay in the room, retiring early from the ball, but now that she was clean and...

( IKR?!)

(Okay thanks. Let's see here...) Edmund, holding a candle set in an iron holder to light the way, led the way up the stairs. He stopped by a heavy oak door at the end of a hallway and turned to Fawn. "Here we are, Lady Fawn," he said with a nod towards the door. "A maid will be up shortly to...

(Perhaps. Athaid, where'd we leave them?)

(I'm up for whatevs)

(Haha. There are several people who haven't replied, which is holding up everything :/ )

Katrina smiled broadly. It pleased her to be helpful, and even more so when the person helped truly appreciated it. (Holidays :rolleyes: How'd your pies turn out?)

Katrina wiped the remaining salve on her apron, which was in a very sad state by now. "There. That should 'ave ye feeling better in no time," she smiled.

Katrina wiped her hands on the sides of her dress before opening the salve and scooping a lump onto her finger. "My mother made this," she said proudly, (not because she was proud of herself, but because she was quite proud of her mother and all the medicinal work she did) "The herbs in it will...

Katrina carefully cleaned around the ugly wound, looking up occasionally to see Herja's face and how she was withstanding it. "I don't think so," she said quietly. As she wiped away the dried blood, the wound appeared to not be nearly as deep as she had thought it was originally. "The horse drew...

(Yep, cranky horses aren't any fun atall.) Katrina removed the jar from her pocket and set it behind her out of the way. Holding up the lantern, she peered into the bucket of water that she had brought out earlier for Herja to drink from and examined it. Satisfied that there wasn't any loose...

(I'll be home for a few days, so I'll try to answer faster and more consistently, Bant ;) ) Katrina's face showed showed no reaction upon viewing the wound. She held the lantern slightly above it and tilted her head around a bit to see the gash. She mumbled something to herself as she released...

(sorry for the delay in response. Been on the road all day) Katrina simply nodded in response as she closed the stall door behind her and set the lamp beside Herja. "D'ye mind?" She asked as she went to move the woman's shirt from her shoulder a bit.

Katrina drew back at Herja's sudden reaction. "I've got something for your shoulder," she said hesitantly.

(I guess this is for me? ) Katrina whistled softly as she reentered the stables. "Herja, I'm back," she whispered as she opened the stall door.

( :pop )

Katrina shoved two bottles as far as they would go into her apron pockets, then put the bag back beside her cot. On her way out of the castle, she grabbed a bucket that was sitting, unnoticed and unused, in the corner of the kitchen, and headed out once more to the stables.