Rhiannon Song (lightguard) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2018-01-01 22:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: december 17 - 23, beau rosier |
I beg your pardon
Who: Beau and Lalita
What: Talk among and about plants
When: December 17th afternoon
Where: The Rosier Conservatory
Rating: TBD
Status: Completed
It was a lovely day. Well, warmer than it had been and at least the sun was out. Lalita was not fond of the cold, the layers or the sickness that came with it. It didn’t stop her from her duties but it did mean she savored the sun when she was able more than she would in the summer. Today that manifested in stepping away from her duties for a moment when the cleanup from lunch (both the servants and nobles) was completed and she herself had a snack to tide herself over.
The fact that this manor had a lovely hothouse with thriving plants that were well maintained and even studied by the head of the house. Her and Master Rosier had never spoken about plants, and her knowledge tended towards the practical ones used in local medicine and teas than these, perhaps that was why. It was possible that he looked down on them enough that she wasn’t worth speaking to on the subject, but her impressions of him thus far had not added up to that sort of person.
At least, she knew the servants were allowed in hear for occasional cleaning and any requested maintenance as long as they were careful. Her chances of chastisement were low, and she was curious if any useful plants had made it into the mix, old habits die hard and all that. Besides, it smelled like home, and that was hard even for her to resist.
However, she didn't expected him to be there. Foolish. Lalita should have checked, normally she kept at least a vague idea of everyone important whereabouts in the house and made a note of this mistake. Her feet stopped abruptly just inside the entrance when she saw him, hands smoothing down her uniform crisply before clasping them in front of her in a professional manner and tipping her head towards him, “I apologize for disturbing you, sir.” Normally she would have turned and ducked out before she was noticed, or even hidden herself, but the door shut before she could making a quiet but still distinctly audible noise.