Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 23:55:41 GMT -5
Analisse sat at the table in the back room just off the kitchen, a heap of clothes set just in front of her, all with tears to be mended or spots to soak and scrub at. It was monotonous work, which was the kind that Analisse liked best. She hummed a pretty folk song as her needle worked the soft silk beneath her fingers, mending a tear at a seam where a branch in the garden had snagged. The peace and relative quiet was broken by a servant boy rushing in and announcing that Lady Gwynevere required her assistance at once. Analisse set her needle down and stood. In a moment she had smoothed her dress down and had brushed her hair back into some semblance of order, and then she was off. The servant's stairs and winding hallways of the Gardiner's mansion were unfamiliar to Analisse, but she had a good memory when it came to directions, and she made it to her lady's room with little trouble.
Upon entering, Analisse was surprised to see the room... Well, in shambles would be the best way to describe it. Dresses, corsets, jewels, and all manner of finery was heaped upon the furniture, thrown about, and in the midst of it all stood Lady Gwynevere with a lovely blue dress in her hands.
"Oh my," was the only comment the maid permitted before she rushed to her lady's side and gently took the dress from her hands. She knew without needing to be told that Gwynevere needed to be dressed in good time. Such chaos warranted little explanation to a trained lady's maid, after all. Another maid came to assist and together they had Gwynevere dressed in record time. Analisse fetched a comb and tidied Lady Gwynevere's hair, shaping it with practiced hands until it looked presentable. Without ceremony, her lady rushed away and left the servants staring after her.
"I've never seen such a fuss before in all my years working here!" the older maid exclaimed as she looked about at the dresses and other various articles of fashion that lay strewn about like corpses across a battlefield.
"I will tidy things up here," Analisse said to the maid with a small smile. "I'm sure Lady Gwynevere would appreciate having things neat when she returns."
As soon as she was alone, Analisse began the process of cleaning up the storm in her mistress's wake. The dresses were her first concern, since lying about in such wanton lumps would doubtless wrinkle the fine fabrics if they were left too long. Analisse picked up one dress after the other and hung them neatly in the amour. Then she folded the clothes that needed folding and set all the jewelry back in their proper boxes. A small smile played across the girl's face. Whatever event Lady Gwynevere had rushed off to must be quite exciting to cause this much stir. Well, Analisse did not envy her mistress. The life that nobles led was one of masks, secrets, and eminent scandals. Who knew that better than the bastard child of one of Gwynevere's relations?
The gloomy thought was quickly pushed aside, however. Analisse would not pity herself. She did not have a right to complain about her circumstances or turn her nose up at the family she had worked so hard to be close to all this time. Perhaps there were joys, too, that Analisse did not see as often as she might if she were not always in the servant's rooms or stuck at her mistress's side when she needed to be dressed. At the very least, the people that Analisse served were not bad sorts. She rather liked her mistress, especially for her energy and enthusiasm.
Time passed by and Analisse did not quite notice. She was just tidying the pillows on Gwynevere's bed, which had been disturbed by the commotion, when she heard footsteps outside the door. The servant turned her attention to the sound, her round eyes sparkling with interest. Was it her mistress, back from whatever occasion had elicited her earlier excitement? Analisse was quite curious to hear about it.
@gwyneveredeschenes
Upon entering, Analisse was surprised to see the room... Well, in shambles would be the best way to describe it. Dresses, corsets, jewels, and all manner of finery was heaped upon the furniture, thrown about, and in the midst of it all stood Lady Gwynevere with a lovely blue dress in her hands.
"Oh my," was the only comment the maid permitted before she rushed to her lady's side and gently took the dress from her hands. She knew without needing to be told that Gwynevere needed to be dressed in good time. Such chaos warranted little explanation to a trained lady's maid, after all. Another maid came to assist and together they had Gwynevere dressed in record time. Analisse fetched a comb and tidied Lady Gwynevere's hair, shaping it with practiced hands until it looked presentable. Without ceremony, her lady rushed away and left the servants staring after her.
"I've never seen such a fuss before in all my years working here!" the older maid exclaimed as she looked about at the dresses and other various articles of fashion that lay strewn about like corpses across a battlefield.
"I will tidy things up here," Analisse said to the maid with a small smile. "I'm sure Lady Gwynevere would appreciate having things neat when she returns."
As soon as she was alone, Analisse began the process of cleaning up the storm in her mistress's wake. The dresses were her first concern, since lying about in such wanton lumps would doubtless wrinkle the fine fabrics if they were left too long. Analisse picked up one dress after the other and hung them neatly in the amour. Then she folded the clothes that needed folding and set all the jewelry back in their proper boxes. A small smile played across the girl's face. Whatever event Lady Gwynevere had rushed off to must be quite exciting to cause this much stir. Well, Analisse did not envy her mistress. The life that nobles led was one of masks, secrets, and eminent scandals. Who knew that better than the bastard child of one of Gwynevere's relations?
The gloomy thought was quickly pushed aside, however. Analisse would not pity herself. She did not have a right to complain about her circumstances or turn her nose up at the family she had worked so hard to be close to all this time. Perhaps there were joys, too, that Analisse did not see as often as she might if she were not always in the servant's rooms or stuck at her mistress's side when she needed to be dressed. At the very least, the people that Analisse served were not bad sorts. She rather liked her mistress, especially for her energy and enthusiasm.
Time passed by and Analisse did not quite notice. She was just tidying the pillows on Gwynevere's bed, which had been disturbed by the commotion, when she heard footsteps outside the door. The servant turned her attention to the sound, her round eyes sparkling with interest. Was it her mistress, back from whatever occasion had elicited her earlier excitement? Analisse was quite curious to hear about it.
@gwyneveredeschenes