Ginger Thornburgh (talkinghands) wrote in fairthreads, @ 2009-08-02 20:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, character: ginger thornburgh, character: zachary timbale, location: madison's pub, player: jeanne, player: suki |
Characters: Ginger Thornburgh and Zachary Timbale
Setting: Madison's Pub
Rating: PG for yelling?
Summary: Ginger is frustrated and needs someone to talk to
Status: Threaded, complete.
When you did something, lived a certain way, for ten years, needless to say it became something you relied on. In Ginger's case, she'd been employed by the royal family since she was twelve years old- a job she'd taken with the idea of helping her family, monetarily, as well as Lady Agnes, who (it had always seemed, to Ginger) was trapped by the castle's walls. Now, however, that entire life was pulled out from under her feet, and Ginger didn't know what to do.
Lady Agnes had the Gray Death.
Ginger and Marta had both been dismissed that morning, after the castle's healers had diagnosed Lady Agnes. Marta had said something about returning to her family in the south, and Ginger had just nodded, numbly, as she packed up her belongings. They hadn't been allowed a farewell, the healers wanted to keep Lady Agnes in as strict a quarantine as possible- Ginger knew, with a sort of sickening certainty, that she likely would never see her mistress again.
She had made her way back to Greenville- thankfully servants of the castle had promised to have her belongings brought back to the herb shop later that day, so Ginger didn't have to cart it all, herself- and it wasn't long before Ginger found herself at Madison's Pub. She wasn't one to drown her sorrows in drink, of course, but here, at least, she should be able to find Zachary- he'd be someone to talk to, someone to rant and rave with before she had to compose herself and return home. As she approached the inn, Ginger couldn't help but smile as she noticed he was outside in the courtyard- she stepped up behind him, tapping his shoulder. "Guess who?"