Little Home in the Big Town (open)
Who: Hilla and the outlaws
What: They meet in town
Where: Nottingham, her parents' home
When: 27th of October, before sunset
"I'll go and get the laundry in," Hilla said and slipped out of the bed. She'd been lying there, chatting away and keeping her mother company until father would come back from his errands. Hilla was glad to see her mother's health was improving. She still retired early, but that was for the best, surely.
The house her parents lived in was in the eastern part of the town, quite close to the wall and one of the guardhouses. It was a small house, consisting of only a main room downstairs and a small bedroom upstairs. Hilla knew her mother missed having a vegetable garden but she had come up with an idea of growing onions on the windowsills instead of flowers. It was not much but what little food one didn't have to buy was always helpful.
They shared clothes lines with friendly neighbors and the arrangement worked well. However, the dust billowing from people walking or riding by meant that keeping laundry clean was a challenge in town. Not at all like letting fresh country air to dry them. Hilla gave a little shake to the linens and clothes before pulling them down from the line. They were not completely dry; she would need to hang them in front of the fireplace inside.
Hilla turned around to go back in. Just then a small group of people were coming around the corner. She paid little attention to them, only looking up to avoid bumping into them.
((ooc: For anybody that might have noticed, I deleted the part about Hilla knitting a scarf, because that was an anachronism))
What: They meet in town
Where: Nottingham, her parents' home
When: 27th of October, before sunset
"I'll go and get the laundry in," Hilla said and slipped out of the bed. She'd been lying there, chatting away and keeping her mother company until father would come back from his errands. Hilla was glad to see her mother's health was improving. She still retired early, but that was for the best, surely.
The house her parents lived in was in the eastern part of the town, quite close to the wall and one of the guardhouses. It was a small house, consisting of only a main room downstairs and a small bedroom upstairs. Hilla knew her mother missed having a vegetable garden but she had come up with an idea of growing onions on the windowsills instead of flowers. It was not much but what little food one didn't have to buy was always helpful.
They shared clothes lines with friendly neighbors and the arrangement worked well. However, the dust billowing from people walking or riding by meant that keeping laundry clean was a challenge in town. Not at all like letting fresh country air to dry them. Hilla gave a little shake to the linens and clothes before pulling them down from the line. They were not completely dry; she would need to hang them in front of the fireplace inside.
Hilla turned around to go back in. Just then a small group of people were coming around the corner. She paid little attention to them, only looking up to avoid bumping into them.
((ooc: For anybody that might have noticed, I deleted the part about Hilla knitting a scarf, because that was an anachronism))