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Post by Evelyn Wynters on Feb 23, 2011 20:14:50 GMT -5
Evelyn hadn't been back home for a while and suddenly dropping in on her Grandmother hadn't been such a good idea after all. She'd been 'entertaining' and as soon as she had heard the fmailiar sounds coming from the only bedroom in the small but adequately decorated house, she had fled to the local tavern. It was nice and warm in here, and strangely cosy too....for a tavern. Perhaps it was because it was all so familiar to her and it was nice every once in a while to be away from a vicious court and home at the local tavern instead. Taking a hard but comfortable seat in a well lit corner, she removed the dark velvet cloak from her shoulders and focused on the other people around her in the tavern. It was still within the early hours, but there were quite a few people around none the less. Mainly middle-aged men talking with their friends and sipping ale before getting back to work, and the odd country couple sitting in a dark corner and drinking in each other rather than their ales.
Evelyn allowed a smile to cross her face at the familiarity of the tavern she knew so well, before adopting a more neutral expression and awaiting the service of one of the serving women or the tavern owner himself, if he was in a good mood. Yes, the small village was just the same as she had left it when she had been given a position at the palace. Even though she appeared to be (and often was) a self-serving and arrogant person, she would never forget her simple roots (nor was she likely to with a grandmother as well riden as hers). Sighing happily for once (and trying to forget her dreadful relatives) she drummed her slim fingers lightly on the table and hummed a familiar tune.
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Post by Unknown on Mar 1, 2011 12:43:01 GMT -5
Tamara had managed to sneak out of her room again today, out the servants door instead of the front. She didn't want to draw attention to herself, deciding to wear the clothes she first arrived in, her stained and ripped work clothes. She'd decided the night before she'd go home and collect some simple essentials. As soon as she's gone in, she realised it had been a while since she'd been there, everything had a thin coat of dust. She'd have to do something about that at a later date. After 10 minutes, she had everything she needed in her trunk. She lugged it outside, and grabbed one of her neighbours, who offered to take it up to the palace for her and leave it with the guards. She agreed, saying it was for a relative.
After he had gone, Tamara wandered towards her old workplace, lifting the hood up from her cloak to hide her face. Stood outside, she looked at the facade. It's dreary outside looked sad and depressing, the inside often worse. Before she could stop herself, she walked inside, keeping her head low. She walked slowly, raising her head slightly to find somewhere to sit or someone she knew. She spotted Evelyn in the corner and headed towards her, taking the seat opposite. She raised her head, a smile on her lips. "Hello, stranger..."
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Post by Evelyn Wynters on Mar 12, 2011 21:48:23 GMT -5
Taken aback ever so slightly by a greeting, she looked up startled as she noticed a hooded figure approach her table. Then she recognized the voice and peering closely through the thick hood she noticed Tamara's familiar features. Smiling, she shook her head, almost sure she knew the reason for Tamara's appearance as well as the fact that she was here as a customer rather than a serving woman. Her theory upon noting the thick hooded cloak was that Tamara had some semblance of a man in her life and that she was trying to avoid him or someone (even something) else entirely. Forgetting the usual casual conversation that they normally had, she decided to launch straight into the converstaion she most wanted to have.
Tamara, I never pictured you wearing an extremely thick cloak in the middle of Spring....
It might only be Spring, but at times the heat was still quite intense, far too intense for a thick wollen cloak, she reckoned. Infact, she was almost positive that her theory was correct, all she needed now was confirmation from Tamara and she could start quizzing her further about this 'man' in her life. Well, at least she hoped it was a man and not something ridiculous like a distant cousin's appearance or a new villager come to Heartbridge!
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Post by Unknown on Mar 13, 2011 7:23:16 GMT -5
Tamara was taken aback by the statement, she hadn't expected to be greeted by a friend in such a manner. She glanced around nervously, unsure as whether her old boss was around. She looked back to Evelyn, seeing questions wanting to bubble up and out of her. She felt the rim if her cloak, when she put it on this morning she never realized how thick it was. Her mind must have been pre-occupied with other thoughts. She decided then to drop the hood, thankful the table they were at was further away from the bar. "It was cold this morning when I left. And I'm trying to avoid...someone. Not important just now." she said, hoping to brush over the details without Evelyn stopping her to divulge. She looked up towards the bar and sighed. "Will you get the drinks, please?"
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Post by Evelyn Wynters on Mar 23, 2011 16:29:03 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow after Tamara's feeble reply, she vowed to re-question her on it later. After all, she wasn't about to back down where gossip and secrets were involved! Though for now, she thought she ought to give Tamara the benefit of the doubt for once and have a nice simple converstaion with her first. Raising her eyebrow again after hearing Tamara's strange request (usually they flipped a coin over getting drinks or just waited to be served) she got up anyway with a flick of her long, dark hair and sauntered towards the bar. Ordering two large tankards of ale (they both needed it in her opinion) she waited patiently for the drinks to arrive, tapping her fingernails on the counter in the meantime, and as soon as she recieved them she sauntered straight back to their table. Setting the largest infront of Tamara, she waited patiently for her to take a sip before starting a conversation again.
I've only just come back from Grandma's, you'll never guess what I just walked in on....then again, you've met her, haven't you?
The usual talk, most of the time involving her Grandmother. She was the queen of casual conversation and as soon as they'd both drunk a little and the conversation began positively flowing, then she would strike again. Glancing around again before taking a sip of her own drink, she pondered how nothing had changed round here since her childhood and how ridiculous her current status really was when she came from such a background.
You'd think people round here would despise me for what I am, wouldn't you?
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Post by Unknown on Mar 24, 2011 14:40:52 GMT -5
Tamara relaxed when Evelyn got up without any fuss. If anything, she thought Evelyn would come up with some weird and amusing argument for not getting up. When she returned, Tamara eyed both the tankards, it was so obvious what she had done, giving her the biggest one. She didn't mind though, she felt she needed it. Wrapping her slender fingers around the tankard, she lifted it to her lips and took a deep gulp. It had been a long time since she had tasted ale, and it took a second to get adjusted to the taste. Her eyes flicked up to watch Eve, her imagination suddenly overtaken with images of the old lady writhing around in bed. Cringing away from the image, she laughed. "In some ways, I'm thankful I live alone." she said, with a short bark of laughter. She took another deep gulp of the ale, swirling it around afterwards as she placed it down. She looked around the bar and shrugged in response to Eve's question. "Some do despise you. Other's envy you. I, for one, both envy and love you." she replied, sweetly, with a flutter of her eyelashes.
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