Post by Lady Gillianne Auvray on Jan 22, 2010 12:47:33 GMT
Gill stepped lightly up the spiral stairs taking two at a time; she was in a good mood having finished all of her chores that would take her into the chilly castle grounds, where the thin maid's uniform did nothing to keep her warm, and had now spent the last hour and a half warming herself by the kitchen fire under the pretence of sweeping up. Lady Anna, who Gill had initially waited upon, unlike most nobles, did not require the presence of a serving girl for most hours of the day, and recognising this, Gill had been assigned to Lady Evangeline as well. The first time she had seen the lady she was taken aback by her beauty, glossy hair and fine features. Normally, with the upper classes, it was the finery and jewels that made them appear beautiful- but Gill thought this girl could have worn anything and she’d still look every inch the lady she was.
Not paying attention to the bowl of soup she was carrying, it swilled over the side with her exuberant footsteps, burning the fingers that held it. Gill paused at the top of the stairs, shaking her hand and swearing under her breath. She shifted the weight of the bowl to one hand, cleaning the soup-covered hand on her apron with a frown and wondering why there wasn’t a lid for the platter. Within minutes she had reached Evangeline’s chamber, and once again holding the bowl with one hand, knocked gently before opening the door.
"My lady?" she enquired, creaking the heavy door open with a foot and peering around into the room. "The kitchen has sent up some soup, they thought you might like something warm to eat on such a cold day!" Gill fell silent, it was an effort to remember not to chatter away to the nobles like she did with her friends in the serving quarters.
Not paying attention to the bowl of soup she was carrying, it swilled over the side with her exuberant footsteps, burning the fingers that held it. Gill paused at the top of the stairs, shaking her hand and swearing under her breath. She shifted the weight of the bowl to one hand, cleaning the soup-covered hand on her apron with a frown and wondering why there wasn’t a lid for the platter. Within minutes she had reached Evangeline’s chamber, and once again holding the bowl with one hand, knocked gently before opening the door.
"My lady?" she enquired, creaking the heavy door open with a foot and peering around into the room. "The kitchen has sent up some soup, they thought you might like something warm to eat on such a cold day!" Gill fell silent, it was an effort to remember not to chatter away to the nobles like she did with her friends in the serving quarters.
