Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2015 20:18:51 GMT -5
It was difficult for Gwynevere to not find herself distracted while she worked. The excitement that had stayed with her during her stay in Lockewood had dulled in the past two days after the attack on the Romanov family. The girl had assisted Lady Annemarie with the treatment of those injured the day before yet there was still a feeling of helplessness. And although both of them were quite strong in fortitude of emotion Gwyn assumed the incident had taken a toll on Annemarie. Her teacher had stayed with the Romanovs for quite some time, and built a strong relationship with Alexander who was directly involved in one of the attacks. Her friend was strong, but certainly not without feeling. With that in mind the girl had offered to work in the stillroom to resupply some needed remedies while her friend watch over her second family. The Deschenes lady hardly minded the tasks as she was now trusted to work on her own in the grand Gardiner stillroom which in itself was a great honor. It was a test of her abilities to prove herself as a capable apprentice to her friend who could be trusted complete tasks on her own.
Thus, there she was standing next to the large wooden table with the mortar and pestle in hand crushing a mixture of herbs into a fine powder. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into an elegant braided bun as her vanity would always still be in play even when working. The dress she had chosen to wear was one of the ones she typically had set aside for when she was creating salves, a simple dark green garment with sleeves that stopped a few inches above the elbow. Of course the girl also had on her apron to protect the front of her dress from spills that could occasionally happen. The effort in her appearance was more out of the emergency of having a visitor, and to appease her vanity. Two of the knights had already seen her swimming in the lake, a Prince had seen her fall into the pond, and she was not about to compromise her appearance a third time.
Shaking her head the girl slowly pushed always thoughts of the knights and the pond, the Romanovs, and even her friend as she took a exhale. Her mixtures would do her little good if she let her mind wander off into the abyss. Smirking at the thought her blue eyes refocused on the contents of the mortar as she started singing to herself.
@casperdeveraux
Thus, there she was standing next to the large wooden table with the mortar and pestle in hand crushing a mixture of herbs into a fine powder. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into an elegant braided bun as her vanity would always still be in play even when working. The dress she had chosen to wear was one of the ones she typically had set aside for when she was creating salves, a simple dark green garment with sleeves that stopped a few inches above the elbow. Of course the girl also had on her apron to protect the front of her dress from spills that could occasionally happen. The effort in her appearance was more out of the emergency of having a visitor, and to appease her vanity. Two of the knights had already seen her swimming in the lake, a Prince had seen her fall into the pond, and she was not about to compromise her appearance a third time.
Shaking her head the girl slowly pushed always thoughts of the knights and the pond, the Romanovs, and even her friend as she took a exhale. Her mixtures would do her little good if she let her mind wander off into the abyss. Smirking at the thought her blue eyes refocused on the contents of the mortar as she started singing to herself.
@casperdeveraux