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[floweredknight]

Florence, having already done his duty by the cottage for today, is now gathering deadwood along the fringes of the forest, and bringing it back to the Mansion. He's already figured out that the place stays warm regardless; but the days are short now, and it is his considered opinion that you ought to have a fire anyway

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[inglewoodblues]

"Boy," Ragnelle calls to him, coming down the path to him, warmly wrapt in a thick shawl (it's cold, okay, especially if your blood slows wayyyy doowwwn in this weather).

[floweredknight]

He straightens, smiling.

[inglewoodblues]

"Come here."

[floweredknight]

So Florence drops the latest stick on the pile, and goes to meet her.

[inglewoodblues]

She takes his hands in hers and smiles. "How dost thou?"

[floweredknight]

"I'm well." He kisses her cheek.

[inglewoodblues]

"And well dost thou," with a small gesture at the wood-gathering.

[floweredknight]

Florence laughs, blushing. "There was none other to do it, that I saw. So."

[inglewoodblues]

This time she kisses him, on the forehead. "Come in and sit for a moment. I like not the cold."

[floweredknight]

Just when he was on a roll! "Ay, my lady."

[inglewoodblues]

Yeah, well, there is only so much of this weather she can take. She leads the way back with stiff steps.

[floweredknight]

Florence follows dutifully at her side.

[inglewoodblues]

And settles in by the fire immediately. Bleh.

"Dost still seek news for me?"

[floweredknight]

"Ay." He settles cross-legged on the floor beside her chair.

[inglewoodblues]

"What, then?"

[floweredknight]

Florence considers. "There is a man would bespell the cupboard again, but I think he has had no luck at it."