Gise woke up early and had already gotten dressed. She already put away all the clothes and shoes that she picked out in town yesterday. She was wearing a white sundress with lace frills and had tied her hair into pigtails with blue satin ribbons. She was dancing around her room, barefoot, with a smoldering smudge stick in the air. Fortunately
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Though the storm wasn't his only problem. Something felt incredibly off, and the instant he attempted any sort of wind barrier to deflect the rain he knew what it was. He'd been stripped of his maryoku and it was a rather unusual sensation. One he hoped wouldn't last very long. It was almost like a part of him was removed - somehow.
He made his journey from the village up the steep hills to the castle and felt exhausted and the ultimate desire for a bath. He was crossing a courtyard when he caught a slightly familiar odor and saw the trace of smoke coming from what looked like Gisela's room. He never knew her to have anything like that in her own room, but if he remembered what Gise picked up yesterday, then it made a lot of sense.
He took a gamble and called to the window. "Gise? Is that you in there?"
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"Allo Gunter, is not the weather wonderful! J'aime la pluie! But you should come up here before you get ill." She shouted down to Gunter with a gleeful smile on her face.
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"I'd prefer it to be a little less wet," and he could do without the thunder and lightning too, "but I was most certainly heading inside. I'm certain there is a rather warm bath and hopefully some breakfast awaiting my arrival." Well, at least, the maids would make him something if he asked.
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Gise then bounced back to her smudge stick and doused it in the shell. She then lit the sweetgrass braid and blew on it to smolder it. Then she proceeded to do the same with the braid as she was doing with the smudge stick. After she had finished with that she doused that as well in the shell. She then got out the oil burner, lit the candle in the bottom and placed a few drops of fennel oil in the dish. She wafted the vapors over to her face to make sure it wasn't too strong and then pounced on her bed swinging her legs back and forth as she waited for Gunter to come up.
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The smell from Gisela's room was filling the halls, and it was far better than any of the halls usually smelled like. He might like having her around a bit.
He knocked on her door and ran his fingers through his hair to detangle it a little while he waited for her. "There's no reason I can't enjoy a meal with a pretend daughter and flirt with maids at the same time." He flashed a smile that was devious, yet gentle once she opened the door
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She bounced over to her vanity and grabbed the comb for Gunter and lifted it up to show him, then placed it back down on the vanity. "My feet hurt." She stopped bouncing. "I just need to put something on my feet, they are getting cold and hurting."
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"There's no rush. The stone floors often can make ones feet a bit sore, especially if you're not used to them. I miss some of the plush flooring that was in my time. Though, here it seems that it's not common to roam about without shoes on. I suspect that's the stone." he pushed the comb through his hair with relative ease. Even tangles rarely stuck around and it wasn't difficult for it to return to it's lush appearance.
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He looked her over and smiled. "It's becoming. Now, shall we get some breakfast?" Or lunch, as the day was seemingly speeding past him.
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He held the door open for her and led her through the halls toward the dining room. As he expected, there wasn't anyone there actually eating but a maid did come out to greet them as they sat down.
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Though he hadn't been in an official role in centuries, he still set his napkin on his lap and kept himself upright in a proper manner. He was still working on breaking this habit. He didn't have a problem in bars, but in the castle was a different story. He was sometimes disappointed in having to remind himself to slouch.
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