“Good bye.” Adeen went to her loft, and turned out the candles.
In the Morning, she awoke bright and squirrely, to work in the forge. After starting a roaring fire, she loaded in an old horseshoe from one of her clients. While waiting for the iron to soften, so as to turn it into a plow blade...
“I was trying to smother the flames. I’m sorry. Did you get burned badly?” Adeen ran over to Claura. “I have some salve.”
(Also, could you tag me at the end of each of these posts you do? I get notifications for it then)
“What do you mean?” Adeen wanted to understand more.
(Either that, or the person RPing her just wanted to do something interesting. Please help me come up with something interesting. )
Adeen stood completely still in front of her friend, back to, so her hair could be trimmed. “Thank you for helping me become a lady again. “
@Lacy Duckwing
“There is that.” Adeen thought for a moment. She only needed to wear dresses when she was out. But there was a bigger problem at hand.
“Claura, can you cut my hair? Just trim it so it’s straight. I cut it, but with a butcher knife. “
(I’m going too)
Adeen sat down on the floor, for lack of chair. It was hard, but fine. Claura was clearly not pleased about it.
“So, any more pointers for being a proper young lady? Other than wear a corset and eat perfectly?
Which Adeen did not do completely. For Pete’s sake, it was just food. If she got a few crumbs on her, she could just pick the off. She used only the table manners that had been taught to her by her mother.
(okay. I will not tag you then)