It's a Strange World, After All - A mythical role play

[Garjzla]

(I'll be back around 5:00 p.m. tomorrow. Goodnight!)

 

[NickyKnack]

"Please, just Sebastian. " He said politely. He then finished the water and stood up to offer whatever assistance he could.

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[PoesAccomplice]

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Vivian nodded. Vivian said softly "Your bed is right here. Feel free to rest when you wish, Sebastian."

 

[NickyKnack]

Vivian nodded. Vivian said softly "Your bed is right here. Feel free to rest when you wish, Sebastian."

Sebastian smiled softly and said, "I think I'll take a rest. I'm very tired, thank you for this and everything. " He then laid down and moved around carefully until he found a comfortable position. The throbbing in his shoulder was getting worse. He hoped rest would help.

 

[Bantambird]

Emily finished eating and stoked the kitchen fire, then started cleaning up all the dinner dishes. When you fed a half full castle, there were a lot of dishes.

 

[Bantambird]

The kitchen maid came in, glowering at Emily. " That stunt you pulled earlier today could have put us behind. You can't leave unless all your work is done, Emily. The scullery maid stays in the scullery!" She raised her hand, Emily shrank back a little. Getting whapped on wasn't very fun, but it was worth it just to get out occasionally. Besides, she thought, she wasn't gone that long. Hiding a secret smile, she took her punishment, and the kitchen maid, satisfied, grabbed a clean rag to start wiping down all the work surfaces. Cook was getting the morrow's bread set out to leaven some and be ready to shape when he got up at 4am to start breakfast. Emily kept slogging through the dishes, hoping she could get everything done soon. Once the kitchen maid was done cleaning the tables and counters, she came back to help with the dishes, just to get them done.

 

[Garjzla]

Alton left and Lillia sat in the gardens for a while, leaning against the castle wall. She looked at all of the vibrant flowers, and the flourishing vegetables. The gardener's work was quite impressive, the only thing she had grown her entire life was a few flowers and a succulent. But he had grown hundreds of plants, mainly to provide the royals with flowers.

After Lillia sat in deep thought for a while, she decided to leave the castle for a quick moment to fly. Shifting into her raven form, she fluffed her feathers and took off into the sky.

(Open.)

 

[Bantambird]

Acan excused himself from the table, and headed back to his bunk in the gardener's shed. He liked sleeping close to his life's work. It also allowed him to listen for anything unusual. He was a fairly light sleeper. He didn't see real well in the dark, but he knew the layout of the gardens and he had excellent hearing. During the day, like most of them, very little could escape his eyes.
He got there, and went inside. He lit a lantern and sat down at a small workbench to fix his gardening tools and do maintenance. He sharpened his shears and oiled all the iron parts so they wouldn't rust, then stuck each oiled piece into a barrel of greasy sand, with the wooden handles up. He tended to his seedlings and cuttings, several prize specimens even got their own cloches, for particularly exquisite and rare flowers that he didn't want to loose. There were Terra cotta pots and jars scattered along the two south facing windows, and as night was set to come soon, he closed the shutters to help keep out the cool night air. His bunk/nest were on a ledge above, reached by a ladder. Underneath the loft was storage for tools, hundreds of various different pots, a ladder, and his seed storage area. His bunk was a simple straw mattress, suitable for him whether he chose to sleep in either form. A wooden chest sat at the foot of the bed, with his personal affects inside, along with a single change of clothes. The garden shed leaned up against the castle wall on its north side. He had to duck to get into bed, as the loft had a low ceiling, but it was pretty much his own space, as noone really came out to the garden shed. It was very peaceful, and had a rustic charm. And he had modified it over the years to suit his large frame. Acan smiled. This was a productive day.

 

[StarrNico]

Reptar grinned widely as he stepped out and silently closed the door behind him. He glanced down the opposite hallway cautiously, before stepping to the middle of the hallway and walking over to her. "I do hope you like French, mademoiselle? But I believe you won't be disappointed with my choice. For who doesn't love the tails of King Arthur and his knights? " He asked, as he once again offered Lyra his arm. He then presented her with the book to look at.

Lyra chuckled softly then shrugged as she took his arm and the book to look at it "It has been a while since I heard the story in French."

 

[Bantambird]

Magatha slowly finished eating, shifting to her magpie form halfway through for ease of eating without arthritic fingers. She picked out juicy chunks of lamb from the lamb stew, swallowing them down. Once she was done, she took off to fly out the window after bobbing her head to everyone around and cawing a farewell. She glided to the chicken house, peeking in on her hens, who were milling around inside. There was plenty of water and a bit of peas and millet in there for them. She manipulated a hatch near the top of the henhouse, letting herself inside. She jumped on the highest perch inside, observing the hens and ready for an early turn in. Eventually the hens would come roost around her, the shepherd among her sheep.