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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 1:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 6:45 pm
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Somehow, Strayel wasn't really surprised. She gazed at the male thoughtfully and nodded her acknowledgement. I see.
Once the waitress was gone and the two dollops she requested to her tea had been applied she leaned back and gazed at the stallion, piercing violet eyes watching him through the rising steam of her tea.
He was educated, calm, seemingly withdrawn, dominant in personality and quite capable of giving orders, and he was a butler. Stoic, subservient to their chosen master.
Who is your employer? she asked him curiously, sipping her tea, ears slowly laying back against her head as the heat melted through her. She closed her eyes, exhaling softly, the stress going with it, if only a little bit..
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 10:08 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 11:53 am
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Strayel observed his behavior, noting that, like Angelus had, he preferred to chill his drinks. His posture proper, his voice professional.
He was finishing a job, then. At his inquiry she considered the question truly.
Did she require a butler? Perhaps. Razvan had suggested hiring one many times. The house often seemed to come to life, things always out of place somewhere, or lost, or messy. With so many visitors and the two young colts flitting about... maybe, realistically it was time to consider it.
They had drawn up a list of positions they thought could use filling. Kitchen Staff, House Keeper, Nanny... and Butler had made the list. Someone they could trust to keep an eye on everyone else. The opportunity was conveiniently presenting itself, and the fact that he was a friend of her late husband made that fact all the more surreal.
She was hesitant about hiring staff, the house was more than big enough for it, and with all the travellers and visitors they had, maybe it wasn't a bad idea. If they started with a butler they could explain what they were looking for. They could lay down rules for the staff that was hired to follow and they wouldn't have to worry about it. Small things bothered her about the idea of having a house keeper... like her bedchambers... she didn't want anyone in the room, or changing the bed clothes/ She had left Angelus' pillow covers on his pillows, and even after three years they bore his scent, but much fainter. She couldn't stand the idea of someone taking them off, or washing them... perhaps it was folly, but she wasn't ready to let go of one of the last tangible things she had left of him.
No one else had yet claimed her heart, and now she began to think no one would, which she was fine with. She had Hawke, something to live for. She had filled the home with her family, but there were rooms no one but she went to. His study... his music room had too been untouched, until her son recently found his way inside. Now, every night she heard him play, young, untrained fingers carefully making it's way over strings he'd been practicing.
The boy's biological father had become a part of the boy's life. He was a bard, so he'd been teaching the boy to play the harp, and to sing. Hearing the boy play at night reminded her of Angelus, playing when she slept.The boy wouldn't play during the day because he didn't want his cousin to know he was playing. Straye told him he was being silly, but truthfully, she didn't blame him. Acheron was a tad more rambunctious, even for all his good intentions.
This time it was she that took awhile to respond to his inquiry. We have been considering hiring staff for our home... A butler was top priority on the list. If you're interested, I would trust someone Angelus counted as a friend over a Stranger. she said slowly, her voice was cautious, her violet gaze lifting to look at him over the rim of her tea cup.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 1:50 pm
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