Elle cleared out dishes from the table after breakfast, leaving a plate for Match covered on a hot pan. He was late. She wondered vaguely if he was sick.
After a week, she'd decided this was a fairly nice place to work. There wasn't much contact with her masters, but from what she'd seen they weren't too harsh. Hardly anyone was in chains; the only ones who were were the troublemakers and runaways.
((I was thinking they could run into each other in the dining room...:) ))
((Sounds good! I can't post now; I have to go help my mom, but I'll post as soon as I can. I'm not going to let this RP die again!!!
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((No problem. I have to go eat soon. :) HAPY NEW YEAR TO YOU, TOO!! *fireworks* :D ))
((Bumptiy bumpity boo))
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((K! :) ))
Match stumbled down the staircase, trying not to trip over his own feet, as he hurried. He was about to charge through the large, wooden front door from the hallway to the outside courtyard, when he remembered breakfast. Well, you couldn't ride on an empty stomach very well. Robb, his trainer, (and friend) would simply have to forgive him.
Wheeling around, Match strode towards the dining room.
Elle finished wiping down the wooden table, leaving it shining, and grabbed a mop. Starting on the floor, she thought about home. It was amazing. All these rich houses, with their shining floors...At home, the floors would get cleaned once a month, or before company. Here, she cleaned them every day.
Pushing open the door to the dining hall, Match slipped inside. He shut the door behind him, before realizing that the room was already occupied. It was the slave girl... the one he had bought at the slave auction the week before.
"Hello," he said, flashing a smile, and working his way towards the covered plate on the table. Brandon always told his son that he was too friendly with the slaves, but Match couldn't see why. They were people too, technically.
Elle's mop froze mid-swipe. She knew she should curtsy, and stay silent, but she just nodded in greeting. As if they were equals. "Good morning."
Match grinned cheerfully at her, and, sitting down on the long bench, dug hungrily into his breakfast. Sausages, breads, and cheese, which made a very satisfying meal.
He waved his hand at the slave girl, with his mouth full. "Carry on! Don't mind me."
Elle raised an eyebrow at Match's grin, then continued to mop. The smell of sausages wafted past, making her mouth water. She'd eaten her breakfast hours ago, before dawn. It had been long enough that she was starting to get hungry again, but she liked the feeling of an empty stomach. It reminded her of home.
((BOOOOMP! :D ))
((Thanky! Haha, I think Match is one of my favorite characters that I've ever created. =P Maybe I'll write a book about him. XD))
After almost all of his breakfast was gone, Match sat back, surveying the room, while he ate the last few bites.
He watched the slave-girl mop for a few seconds, and noticed in passing that she was rather pretty. And she didn't have the annoying habit that most of the other slave girls had, of bobbing curtseys and giggling whenever he passed. As if he didn't have ears! For goodness sake, even if he would ever be interested in a slave-girl, (as if!), it certainly wouldn't be one of them.
Mopping didn't take very long. As the oldest daughter in her old household, she'd always gotten the chore, so she'd had practice. And, for the week she'd been here, she'd done it every single morning. All the practice had made her quick and efficient.
So, by the time her master was done eating, the floors were clean and slightly damp. It was a warm day, and they'd dry soon. Grabbing the bucket of bubbly water, she started for the door to dump it.
((I've written some stories about a few of my characters. Especially if the RP died before I could properly use them. :) ))