Medieval Times

[Aconitum]

(Exactly! We all do it. Right Ray?)

Acon furrowed her brow before she looked down at herself and blushed. "Oh my."

[Rayleonarde]

((No. I've never left my house without clothing.))

Ray tossed the blacksmith's apron to Acon. "T-There, wear that."

[Farewell]

~(•//3//•)~  (Lies! I can smell it!)
Zaida looked around seeing no one she then laid in the garden purring loudly like a kitten as she rolled in the grass.


~I'm not Bossy, I just know what you should be doing~

[Aconitum]

(It's okay, Zaida. Ray's the only person in the world that doesn't do it. >3>)

Acon took the apron and tied it on. "Thank you."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray nodded. "I-If you need clothing, miss. I have some spare clothing that might fit you."

[Farewell]

(*sniff sniff puts nose on rays* smell that Ray? That's the smell of a freak... •0•)
Zaida ate some of the plants but made sure that it was the weeds so it wouldn't Ruin the beautiful garden.


~I'm not Bossy, I just know what you should be doing~

[Rayleonarde]

((Sure is, Z...sure is.))

[Aconitum]

(Sorry... I had a lot of beans today.)

Acon nodded. "Please. I feel a.... a draft."

[Farewell]

(Dammit acon I smelled it!! It's in my nose gahhh!!)

Zaida then stood brushing herself off with a serious expression and walked back into the castle not remembering about the elk.


~I'm not Bossy, I just know what you should be doing~

[Rayleonarde]

Ray nodded, and lead Acon into the small house beside the forge. He sat her on the bed, and motioned for her to stay put. "Just...don't move, okay?" Ray shot off deeper into the house.

[Aconitum]

(*poots and chokes on my own gas*)

Acon nodded and sat where she was with her knees drawn up under her chin.

[Farewell]

(*dies* good night my peeps!!)
Forgeting all about the elk she walked in her dark room and plopped on the bed her back facing the elk, far to exhausted to take of her armor she closes her eyes until falling asleep.


~I'm not Bossy, I just know what you should be doing~

[Aconitum]

(Night, my darlin!)

[Rayleonarde]

((G'night! I'm probably shut 'er down here soon, too.))

Ray brought a set of clothing, a little bigger than Acon's measurements. "Here. Consider it a gift."

[Aconitum]

((Psh~ whatever, lame-o. Night.))

Acon took the clothes and offered Ray a smile. "Thank you, sir."