[Poland is standing in the front hall, his cloak wrapped tight around him to hold off the chill and a look of extreme displeasure on his face.]

Like, what gives today? The door totally won't open, and neither will the windows! It's like, um, hello, the horses totally aren't gonna feed themselves out there ( Read more... )

[Poland is sitting in the broad, stone sill of a window in his and Liet's room, wearing a long, brown kirtle over a robin's egg blue chemise, with a little white half-apron tied in front. Cute, peasant-y, and modest, in a nutshell.]So is it like, just me, or does this weather make anyone else wanna be out in the fields? It's weird to the max, like ( Read more... )