open to anyone who wishes to have their head bitten off.

[tip_tilted]

Because it is in the middle of the day, the family (which does seem to grow daily, and not in the usual manner) are mostly out and about, on some errands or visiting with friends, or doing whatever it is they do with their infinite time. Lynet doesn't care, they could be off trying to invent a new kind of mousetrap for all she cares. The only thing

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[sirbeaumains]

The upside to a person like Gareth in this situation is that he is utterly incapable of entering a house or room unnoticed. His footsteps are loud, and he charges through the front door with an equally loud, 'hallo?'. So Lynet has some forewarning.

[tip_tilted]

Thanks to Gareth's strong resemblance to a juvenile elephant, Lynet has enough time to dry her eyes on the sleeve of her gown and jump up off the bed, pulling the bedding around to pretend that all she's doing in here is making the beds, certainly not crying at all.

"I'm in here," she calls back in a slightly stuffy voice, fluffing a pillow with considerably more force than one might imagine necessary.

[sirbeaumains]

"Lady Lynet?" He pokes his head in and greets her with another bright, "Hallo! What're you doing?"

[tip_tilted]

"Making the beds," she says brusquely, keeping her face, which is treacherously red and puffy still, turned away from him.

[glacianbitch]

Well, here's another savage girl who would prefer not to cry. Karla having been hunting with unexpected savagery, alternating between rage that ends with magic-pulverized rabbits and tears that dissolve her into a puddle on the ground. She's just finished ripping another rabbit to shreds when her eyes turn to a dark, seemingly empty house, the perfect candidate for some more satisfying destruction.

So, she throws the door open with a bang and prowls into the kitchen, her eyes flicking around without interest as she looks for a hatchet or something more satisfying than Jewel strength to help with ripping apart a cottage.

[tip_tilted]

Assuming that it's simply one of the many who live in this house, Lynet immediately jumps up off the bed and rubs furiously at her eyes, reddening them further than they already are, but at least wiping away the most obvious evidence of tears. "Who is it?" she calls out in a slightly rough voice, entering the kitchen -- to stop, startled, on the threshold.

"Who are you?"

[glacianbitch]

Karla probably looks rather frightening, with a tear ravaged face cut in a few places, her pale hair spiky and her ice blue eyes wild. She whirls in a moment, calling in a knife at the sound of something moving, and stops, blinking at the woman. A pause.

"You live here?" Her voice is also rather rough, but more from a snarl than from tears.

[tip_tilted]

"Yes, I live here!" she snaps back. "What are you doing in here? Where did you come from? --and put that knife down!"