There's something, like a tickle on the back of her neck, but Abigail isn't prepared to address that yet. Instead she takes refuge in the irritation brought on by his order.
"Aye, and what of it? He's busy, same as me. What's important is the ale I owe, so you'll sit tight until the Gods grant me the moment you're stupidly thinkin' I have to spare."
When she wants to, Abigail can flounce away with aplomb.
Back in the kitchens, she steals a moment for herself and leans her forehead against a wall. Thomas looks at her funny when he comes in for a new barrel, but she waves him off.
The man. The dark-haired man. He sounds like Raph, even moves like him, though his body isn't as honed. What could that mean but that he's a brother?
A brother who needs to speak with her.
If he says Raph isn't coming back, she's going to find that blasted man and kill him again herself.
"You've a few minutes," Abigail grants the stranger, voice and body stiff, when she returns. She deposits ale and stew on the table, eyeing him. "You're a brother, aren't you?"
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Date: 2009-11-11 05:53 pm (UTC)There's something, like a tickle on the back of her neck, but Abigail isn't prepared to address that yet. Instead she takes refuge in the irritation brought on by his order.
"Aye, and what of it? He's busy, same as me. What's important is the ale I owe, so you'll sit tight until the Gods grant me the moment you're stupidly thinkin' I have to spare."
When she wants to, Abigail can flounce away with aplomb.
Back in the kitchens, she steals a moment for herself and leans her forehead against a wall. Thomas looks at her funny when he comes in for a new barrel, but she waves him off.
The man. The dark-haired man. He sounds like Raph, even moves like him, though his body isn't as honed. What could that mean but that he's a brother?
A brother who needs to speak with her.
If he says Raph isn't coming back, she's going to find that blasted man and kill him again herself.
"You've a few minutes," Abigail grants the stranger, voice and body stiff, when she returns. She deposits ale and stew on the table, eyeing him. "You're a brother, aren't you?"