Half Past Midnight

Who: Tayne and Bramble
When: Anesus 3, Mid-afternoon
Where: The courtyard

For some reason, Tayne always felt better when he was doing something physical. Since that day was one of his off-days, he was technically supposed to be available for weapons training, which meant a lot of hanging around in the courtyard first during the afternoon and then just after sunset, for if any Vrykolas deigned to come to him for instruction or practice. A couple even did, sometimes.

That day he'd had one human come by briefly for a little work-out and some instruction on his foot-work, and then Gochin for a fun little spar. Right then he'd just finished running through a series of blocks and strikes against a shadow-opponent and was stopping for a breather, pushing his wet hair back with one half-gloved hand and leaning on his practice sword with the other. He had a bucket or water with a cup around here somewhere, didn't he? Where did he leave that....

Who: Bramble and Jacta
When: Anesus 3, 2:30 PM
Where: Second Floor Hall

Jacta was feeling invigorated. She was also exhausted, but she had gotten so much work done in the few hours between eating breakfast and afternoon that she felt that she could be proud of herself. The hall was sparkling, the stairs were... passable (mud was hard to come by in the late of winter when everything was still frozen, but somehow people managed it!) and she was currently working her way down the bedroom hall, a great big bucket of sloppy, soapy water to one side, rags in hand. Her hair was tied back, her sleeves pushed up, and she knew she probably looked just like the little toiler that she'd been called the other day... but she didn't care. Surely others would appreciate all of the effort that she put into her lot of chores, right?

Who: Marcus and Bramble
When: mid-morning, Anesus 3
Where: Solar Room/Marcus' room

When the bricks had mysteriously gone missing from several sections of wall, Marcus hadn't noticed it. He was not much of a night person, and at half-past-midnight he'd been asleep for a couple of hours, at least. The change in the quality of light had not disturbed him, not then and not when the sun had risen, because he had the habit of sleeping mostly buried in covers, only a tiny gap left for his nose to emerge. He was a covered lump in his bed, and if any Lykos in their natural form had climbed through one of the holes to sniff at him, possibly, he hadn't known a thing.