"A masterpiece made by design"
(ooc: Jewel's clothing swap post. Tag me until I bleed and I'll respond as soon as possible. See you in a week!)
[Jewel is tolerably recovered from her night terrors, and has even enjoyed the luxury of three nights of undisturbed sleep. She elects to celebrate this in a peculiar way, or at least peculiar for one of her station: she's cleaning. Cleaning the inn is good for her soul in a way that other things can't quite match.
She has swept out the entire downstairs and is now on hands and knees in the kitchen, scrubbing the floor with soap and water and stiff-bristled brush. The rhythm of the task suits her, and she sings a song under her breath. The words, taught to her by a nurse years before, are Old Hylian.
And then she feels it...something strange. There's a sort of electric burst. At first she doesn't think anything is necessarily wrong...until the tail of a red stocking cap dangles down into her face, and she realizes that there is a weight on her person that hadn't been there previously. This is a sword, as it turns out when she stands to investigate.
For reasons passing present understanding, Jewel is now dressed in a suit of clothes, complete with weaponry, identical to the usual outfit of Red of the Four Sword.]
Shad! Ashei! Linksha! Are any of you here? Come down here! Something's wrong!
[She shouts upstairs to her housemates, then moves to the inn's main entrance and looks out, wondering who else might be in the vicinity who could, just possibly, explain.]
[Jewel is tolerably recovered from her night terrors, and has even enjoyed the luxury of three nights of undisturbed sleep. She elects to celebrate this in a peculiar way, or at least peculiar for one of her station: she's cleaning. Cleaning the inn is good for her soul in a way that other things can't quite match.
She has swept out the entire downstairs and is now on hands and knees in the kitchen, scrubbing the floor with soap and water and stiff-bristled brush. The rhythm of the task suits her, and she sings a song under her breath. The words, taught to her by a nurse years before, are Old Hylian.
And then she feels it...something strange. There's a sort of electric burst. At first she doesn't think anything is necessarily wrong...until the tail of a red stocking cap dangles down into her face, and she realizes that there is a weight on her person that hadn't been there previously. This is a sword, as it turns out when she stands to investigate.
For reasons passing present understanding, Jewel is now dressed in a suit of clothes, complete with weaponry, identical to the usual outfit of Red of the Four Sword.]
Shad! Ashei! Linksha! Are any of you here? Come down here! Something's wrong!
[She shouts upstairs to her housemates, then moves to the inn's main entrance and looks out, wondering who else might be in the vicinity who could, just possibly, explain.]