Madame Augustine LeMontagne Beaufort
Jun 30, 2019 16:44:58 GMT
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Post by Madame Augustine (Deceased) on Jun 30, 2019 16:44:58 GMT
She came by boat, like most everyone else in Kantas.
When, no one really knows. They docked in Port Ffirst and she made her way straight out to the forest and stayed there for a good long while, until she deemed it an appropriate time to head into town and make some acquaintances.
The sun is low in the sky, glittering on the water when she opens the door to the Cavernous Seashank, the light glinting off of the staggering amount of pearls and ornate pieces she's decorated herself with. Her bracelets jingle softly as she adjusts one of her scarves. She walks in and looks around, choosing her spot carefully. The corner table, yes, that will do. Away from the bar and the fire and all the hubbub.
She quickly claims that space, the corner table. A basket of knitting appears and is left undisturbed by the other patrons. A small cloth on the table with lace trimmings that looks startlingly out of place in the otherwise filthy tavern. A couple of small candles in colourful glass jars to set the mood.
She orders small glasses of port wine, smokes the occasional pipe and doesn't make much noise, just sits quietly and watches, seldom speaking before spoken to.
Soon enough word gets around and people start coming to her with small scrapes, cuts, wounds that seem too serious to be left to heal on their own.
She doesn't perform miracles by any means, but she does what little she can and rarely accepts more than a silver for the trouble.
"Please, let us pay you, we owe you more than this."
"Oh goodness no, you certainly do not. Now run along, tell your daddy to keep that clean and wrapped and he'll be right as rain come next week. Run along, child, the Forest Father goes with you."
When, no one really knows. They docked in Port Ffirst and she made her way straight out to the forest and stayed there for a good long while, until she deemed it an appropriate time to head into town and make some acquaintances.
The sun is low in the sky, glittering on the water when she opens the door to the Cavernous Seashank, the light glinting off of the staggering amount of pearls and ornate pieces she's decorated herself with. Her bracelets jingle softly as she adjusts one of her scarves. She walks in and looks around, choosing her spot carefully. The corner table, yes, that will do. Away from the bar and the fire and all the hubbub.
She quickly claims that space, the corner table. A basket of knitting appears and is left undisturbed by the other patrons. A small cloth on the table with lace trimmings that looks startlingly out of place in the otherwise filthy tavern. A couple of small candles in colourful glass jars to set the mood.
She orders small glasses of port wine, smokes the occasional pipe and doesn't make much noise, just sits quietly and watches, seldom speaking before spoken to.
Soon enough word gets around and people start coming to her with small scrapes, cuts, wounds that seem too serious to be left to heal on their own.
She doesn't perform miracles by any means, but she does what little she can and rarely accepts more than a silver for the trouble.
"Please, let us pay you, we owe you more than this."
"Oh goodness no, you certainly do not. Now run along, tell your daddy to keep that clean and wrapped and he'll be right as rain come next week. Run along, child, the Forest Father goes with you."
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