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Post by Nessa O'Hara on Aug 26, 2014 1:47:43 GMT
Nessa had truly taken to being a squire; she'd been working her butt off to become stronger and more agile. She spent every waking moment, aside from eating, practicing the things that Aeden had taught her, or trying to hone her body into the perfect condition for knighthood should she ever be granted the privilege. But, she'd found out quickly enough that she wasn't very strong, in fact her arms were rather soft and behaved almost like wet noodles, her legs tired quickly and her abdomen had everything BUT muscle. So, she figured that the best way to build her muscles were to practice more, and lift heavier items. Well, she'd graduated from the lighter objects that she had laying around to the bigger books in the library, and now she was looking for something heavier. The only thing that she could think of next were the big bags of flour that she'd seen being carried into the kitchens. So, she'd headed there, running through the halls as part of what she liked to think was her stamina training. If she ran everywhere she would come to the point where she could just run forever. Unfortunately, she wasn't there yet and when she reached the doors to the kitchen she was breathing rather heavily and she felt a distinct burning in her chest. She would lean against the wall beside the door for a moment, catching her breath before quietly slipping into the kitchens, letting her gaze dance quickly around the room.
There were several people inside, but only one that didn't look intimidating. The girl looked to be around her age which was even better, and Nessa smiled as she quietly approached her. She would clear her throat softly to her of her presence before offering her a friendly smile, only to have it fade into awkwardness when she began to speak, "Hi..." she would start, "I'm wondering if I might be able to acquire a few...bags of flour?" she would ask sweetly, her brows lifting slightly as she looks at her, her chocolate eyes wide and hopeful; afraid yet confident at the same time.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2014 2:06:21 GMT
Fia had been bustling about the kitchen, cleaning and cooking at the same time. There was always something to do in the kitchen, and it was one reason that she actually loved working in there. Her dress was very worn, being the only one that she'd had for the last several years. She washed it carefully every night when she went to bed, but even as careful as she was, the color had faded and it was barely holding itself together. It hadn't been a very pretty dress when she had acquired it anyway, but it was all that she'd been able to afford. A sigh drifted from her lips as she stood up from her crouched position where she'd been cleaning up some stray flour off the floor. When a voice sounded behind her she practically jumped a foot in the air and let out a squeak of surprise as she whirled about. She spotted a young woman in very fancy clothing and immediately dropped into a very low curtsy as she listened to what the girl asked of her. "Y-yes..l-lady?" she stammered out in response, though she didn't know if the girl was more than a lady or not. Having learned a long time ago to get out of the way of blows quickly she scurried off to grab a few bags of flour. Though they seemed to be almost half her size, she somehow managed to lift and carry them with relative ease. A life of hard labor tended to have that effect. She carried them back to the lady and offered them up. "A-anything e-else?" she murmured questioningly.
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Post by Nessa O'Hara on Aug 26, 2014 2:43:50 GMT
When the girl scurried off to grab the bags of flour she would watch her with amazement; the girl was smaller than she was and seemed to be able to carry the heavy bags of flour with no difficulty, though they were over half her size, “Thank you so much,” she would say with a smile, though when she took the bags she would grunt, her brows furrowing as she struggled with the weight of them. She felt rather pathetic, though she would try not to let it show that she was having issues, “When would you like them back?” she would ask a bit breathlessly. After a moment she realized that the girl might not realize that she was actually planning on using them to cook or something, “I’m just…I’m using them to help with my strength,” she would say, nervous laughter spilling from her mouth, “I sorely need it,” she would explain, her arms trembling under the weight of the bags. After another moment or two she felt her arms wavering and would adjust them a bit so that the flour was leaning against her torso, afraid that she would drop them and break open the bags somehow.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2014 3:16:52 GMT
She tried her hardest not to just stare when the other girl asked when she would like them back. Of course, her gaze was on the floor, so that wasn't too hard. "W-whenever y-your done w-with the-them m'lady," she said, dipping another low curtsy to the lady. When Nessa explained what she was using them for she was suddenly curious as to why the lady would need to strengthen herself, but she definitely didn't dare ask. "Y-yes m'lady," she said softly. She shifted uneasily and glanced over to some of the other servants working in the kitchen. Rudeness was never tolerated from servants, but she really needed to get back to work. "D-did you n-need a-a-anything e-else," she asked again, hoping that the other girl would allow her to return to work before someone noticed that she was standing about chattering instead of doing what she was supposed to be doing.
"Fia," someone barked. Damn.
"S-sorry," she muttered to the lady quickly and spun about, scurrying off and hoping that the bags of flour might prevent the brunette girl from giving chase and hitting her for being rude or something along those lines. She immediately returned to cleaning something in the kitchen.
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Post by Nessa O'Hara on Aug 28, 2014 1:47:37 GMT
Upon hearing her stutter about returning them whenever she was done she would nod slightly, though the girl kind of made her feel guilty with all of the stuttering and flinching and such. She had never, not once in her life, struck or talked badly to or about a servant. It was just something that she refused to do, or ever even thought of doing. Nonetheless, the girl's actions made her feel almost as if she had done something to cause them, and she immediately felt as if she should be making it up to her. When she asked if she needed anything else Nessa would stare at her for a moment, trying to figure out what she could do or say, only to have a name barked out and the girl scurry off. She would blink when the girl apologized, only to scurry off in order to clean something. "Wait! No. I need your help!" she would call out, hoping to call the girl back to her, "I really need some help...Fia," she would say, remembering the name that had been barked out. Honestly, she actually didn't need all that much help, but it would get the girl out of having to work in the kitchens, and maybe she could figure out what to do about the timid attitude that she presented to her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2014 2:13:15 GMT
She had started to scrub at the counter top when the other girl called out. Her head turned and she blinked at Nessa in confusion. How was she supposed to help the girl without getting in trouble for neglecting her duties? Ugh. Oh well. Those with higher rank came first. She would just have to spend extra time awake and doing what she needed to do after she gave the help that the girl needed. She took a moment to scurry over the the servant above all the others in the kitchen. A stammered explanation later and the woman was waving her away. She scurried back towards the young woman and, without thinking about it, pulled one or two of the bags of flour out of the girl's arms so that she could help her carry them. That's what she figured Nessa had meant when she'd said that she needed her help. "R-ready wh-when you are," she said with her best attempt at a smile. She would wait until the other would turn to exit the kitchen, and then she would follow along behind her silently. She kept her head ducked low the way she'd been taught to as a servant.
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Post by Nessa O'Hara on Sept 3, 2014 18:37:33 GMT
Nessa would grin when the girl came back, though she was a little baffled by the fact that she took the bag of flour, "Oh," she would say, glancing between the bag of flour that she had and the one that Fia now held, "Well...I was just gonna have you help me open doors and such but that works too," she would say with a nod. When she commented that she was ready when Nessa was she would blink, not even realizing that somebody might be waiting for HER. After a moment of uncertainty she would shift the bag in her arms before moving to walk out of the kitchen, holding the door open for Fia as well. Once they were both safely into the hall she would gesture to the right before falling in step beside the servant. "I'm Nessa," she would suddenly blurt out, having realized that she hadn't even introduced herself yet, "I'm squiring under Aeden McCoy," she would tack on, unsure why she felt the need to address the fact. Maybe because talking made her feel less weird? No matter the reason she would continue to talk, "So, is it just Fia? Or is Fia short for something?" she would ask, looking curiously over at her as she finally stops talking in order to wait for a response.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2014 18:51:36 GMT
She felt stupid when Nessa said that she was just going to have her open doors and such, but she brushed it off. Even in helping carry the flour she'd still be able to open doors and what not. When the other girl began talking she frowned. She hadn't known that Aeden was a knight. All she'd known was that he had a tendency to come in and harass the cooks for food and flirt with all the older girls that worked in the kitchen while he waited for that food. She made no comment about the man, though. When Nessa asked if Fia was short for something she bit her lip. Giving away her name always seemed so..odd to her, but she pushed that thought to the back of her mind and kept her head down when she responded. "It's short for Fianait," she said softly. Her tone was clear, though, because she'd learned a long time ago that mumbling or muttering was never a good idea with those who were above her in station. As they walked along the halls she would study Nessa with her peripheral vision. She'd never met anyone quite like this girl. Especially since she hadn't once even acted like she might hit her; despite all the things that she'd done to warrant it.
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