"The Dalish and the Halla" Orana/Merrill 1.3/?
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September 4 2012, 22:39:53 UTC
They head back into main hall of the house where Bodahn is already there. He nods in greeting to her. "Ah, I thought I saw you outside. Messere Hawke is out at the moment, nothing the matter is there?" Bodahn says. Merrill shakes her head. "Oh no, just dealing with the garden and getting to know Orana here." "Very good. Mistress Leandra does enjoy tending to it." Bodahn looks up at one of the windows for a moment. "Speaking of whom, she should be back soon and I'd better get started on dinner." "I should probably get back home too, don't want to get in the way after all." Merrill turns to leave, waving over her shoulder and calling out a goodbye to Bodahn and to her. That takes her by surprise. "She's a lovely girl Merrill, yet for some reason Master Hawke worries for her," Bodahn remarks, beginning to make his way to the kitchen. Orana follows him, ready to help out where needed. "Does he always worry about his servants?" she asks. Bodahn is one of the few she feels something like comfortable talking to. "Hm? Servants?" Bodahn raises an eyebrow. "Merrill isn't one of the servants. From what I understand, Master Hawke has known her since he came to Kirkwall." Oh Maker...Merrill was a guest in the house and wasn't treated properly? Orana feels a cold pit grow in her stomach. No matter how good Master Hawke has been to her, he surely won't forgive this. She says nothing more and merely follows Bodahn into the kitchen.
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Master Hawke returns that night and Orana heats some of the dinner Bodahn has left for him. She doesn't dare meet his eye, she knows Bodahn has told him of her mistake or at the very least mentioned it. Sooner or later he's going to speak to her about it, punish her somehow, if anything she'd rather he got it over with. Papa always said the same thing, that waiting was sometimes worse, though she never believed him, few and far between times he ever was punished by the Magister for anything.
"Orana," Master Hawke says. She jumps, lost in her own thoughts and drops the plate she's been clearing away. It smashes on the floor and she curses herself. Something else for him to be annoyed at. A fine start this is. It's Master Hawke who apologises then gets up and leaves, returning a moment later with a brush and a box to put the remainders of the plate in it. "Well I can't say I was ever fond of that plate anyway," Master Hawke jokes. He looks up to her, sees the expression on her face, the plain dread and he sighs, getting up from the floor. He sits back down and gestures to the chair next to him. "Bodahn says Merrill was here earlier," he begins. She sits on the chair, still doesn't meet his eye, her gaze set firmly on the wood of the table. "Orana, look at me, please." She obeys. "You're not in trouble, really." She blinks then stares at him. "But...she was a guest and I didn't..." He holds a hand up to stop her. "Merrill knows where everything is in the house, probably better than what I do. You don't need to wait on her, or anyone that comes into the house hand and foot." "I...Yes, Master." Again, she drops her head. He groans slightly. "Something else we still need to work on." He pushes the chair out, gets up from the table. "You're doing fine so far, try not to worry so much. Bodahn or Mother will keep you right." She simply nods, taken aback that she's not in trouble and he's being so good about it.
Master Hawke leaves, telling her she has the rest of the night off and can get to bed early, make up for the early start she had. It seems nothing escapes his notice within the house. Again, she does as she's told, settling down in her room for the night.
Merrill shakes her head. "Oh no, just dealing with the garden and getting to know Orana here."
"Very good. Mistress Leandra does enjoy tending to it." Bodahn looks up at one of the windows for a moment. "Speaking of whom, she should be back soon and I'd better get started on dinner."
"I should probably get back home too, don't want to get in the way after all." Merrill turns to leave, waving over her shoulder and calling out a goodbye to Bodahn and to her. That takes her by surprise.
"She's a lovely girl Merrill, yet for some reason Master Hawke worries for her," Bodahn remarks, beginning to make his way to the kitchen. Orana follows him, ready to help out where needed.
"Does he always worry about his servants?" she asks. Bodahn is one of the few she feels something like comfortable talking to.
"Hm? Servants?" Bodahn raises an eyebrow. "Merrill isn't one of the servants. From what I understand, Master Hawke has known her since he came to Kirkwall."
Oh Maker...Merrill was a guest in the house and wasn't treated properly? Orana feels a cold pit grow in her stomach. No matter how good Master Hawke has been to her, he surely won't forgive this.
She says nothing more and merely follows Bodahn into the kitchen.
~
Master Hawke returns that night and Orana heats some of the dinner Bodahn has left for him. She doesn't dare meet his eye, she knows Bodahn has told him of her mistake or at the very least mentioned it. Sooner or later he's going to speak to her about it, punish her somehow, if anything she'd rather he got it over with. Papa always said the same thing, that waiting was sometimes worse, though she never believed him, few and far between times he ever was punished by the Magister for anything.
"Orana," Master Hawke says.
She jumps, lost in her own thoughts and drops the plate she's been clearing away. It smashes on the floor and she curses herself. Something else for him to be annoyed at. A fine start this is.
It's Master Hawke who apologises then gets up and leaves, returning a moment later with a brush and a box to put the remainders of the plate in it. "Well I can't say I was ever fond of that plate anyway," Master Hawke jokes. He looks up to her, sees the expression on her face, the plain dread and he sighs, getting up from the floor.
He sits back down and gestures to the chair next to him. "Bodahn says Merrill was here earlier," he begins. She sits on the chair, still doesn't meet his eye, her gaze set firmly on the wood of the table. "Orana, look at me, please." She obeys. "You're not in trouble, really."
She blinks then stares at him. "But...she was a guest and I didn't..."
He holds a hand up to stop her. "Merrill knows where everything is in the house, probably better than what I do. You don't need to wait on her, or anyone that comes into the house hand and foot."
"I...Yes, Master." Again, she drops her head.
He groans slightly. "Something else we still need to work on." He pushes the chair out, gets up from the table. "You're doing fine so far, try not to worry so much. Bodahn or Mother will keep you right."
She simply nods, taken aback that she's not in trouble and he's being so good about it.
Master Hawke leaves, telling her she has the rest of the night off and can get to bed early, make up for the early start she had. It seems nothing escapes his notice within the house. Again, she does as she's told, settling down in her room for the night.
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