Open

[hardlyagravated]

Laurel is setting on the threshold of the Orkney cottage, a basket of late tomatoes in her lap. Her head is in her hands, but she's not crying. She's just... sitting. She'd meant to take a quick breath before going back inside, but that quick breath has... rather stretched out. But she's in the way, so it won't last. Maybe that's purposeful.

Comments

[perilous_lady]

Presently the door opens. "Laurel?"

[hardlyagravated]

She looks up and back at her. "...cousin. Am I in the way?"

[perilous_lady]

"Only a little." Lyonors sidesteps, and sits down beside her. "What troubles thee?"

[hardlyagravated]

She shrugs. "Nothing new, truly. Just a poor day."

[perilous_lady]

Lyonors is quiet, leaning against her a little.

[hardlyagravated]

She slips an arm around her. "And thee? Art well?"

[perilous_lady]

"Oh, I am always well."

[hardlyagravated]

She smiles a little. "Aye."

[perilous_lady]

"I am not clever enough to have many cares," placidly. "But tell me what I can do for thee."

[hardlyagravated]

She laughs, softly. "Nay, truly. I made a mistake, but it has been mended. I am just tired."

[perilous_lady]

"There is tea just made," Lyonors offers.

[hardlyagravated]

She smiles a little. "That sounds well. My thanks."

[perilous_lady]

Lyonors smiles, kisses her cheek, and stands up.

[hardlyagravated]

"If given the choice between clever and happy... I think you are blessed, to be happy, sister," she says with a soft smile. She stands as well.

[perilous_lady]

"As God made me," mildly. She goes in, holding the door open behind her.

[hardlyagravated]

"Amen," very softly, as she follows.