'aving returned in tha late summer(finally finding the message board again thanks Tris)is grateful t' be 'ame an seein ole friends again....Sir Kyle 'avin given cyn tha news boot M'Lady Lexi's departure...she glances at tha path t' tha cottage .....with a smile an a few borrowed items frae tha kitchen she makes 'er way back t' tha cottage.....
Openin tha door she looks boot ni 'avin set foot in tha place since summer past ....vague memories creep through tha dimly lit interior...wi' a sigh she can only wonder whit M'Lady is aff doin she glances at M'Lady's closed door an then 'er own she knows there is much t' be done.....settin 'er stuff jist inside tha door she walks t' 'er room .....releasin tha latch t' tha door she steps inside walkin t' tha thatched paned window she draws back tha dust covered curtain lettin tha amber colored afternoon sun float inta tha dusty room ....'er bed draped wi' a dusty cloth in the center of tha room 'er chest jist t' tha left of tha bed ....turnin t' tha righ of tha window opening tha shelved cupboard 'er 'azel eyes scanning tha contents inside ....she smiles pickin up aine of 'er dirks runnin tha tip o' 'er nail ore tha intricately carved 'andle remembering tha day 'er brother gave it t' 'er ....settin it aside takin quick stock ore tha clothes she left be'ind an 'er shoes she closes it back up an walks back oot t' tha main room ....grabbin a bucket near tha door she 'eids oot fer some fresh water.....
Stoppin at tha stream an tippin tha wooden bucket into tha sparklin cool water she makes a mental note of things she will need ......rope....wool....wood....a sharp axe....she wonders ifin there still be aine boot tha village tha works leather fer new shoes....hoisting tha bucket of water wi' ease she stops near tha garden shed at tha back of tha cottage an grabs a teathered rope an whisked broom ....'eadin back t' tha cottage leavin tha water an broom jist inside she takes tha rope t' tha back of tha cottage an ties it firmly between two trees...'eadin back inside t' 'er room she carefully pulls tha cloth frae 'er bed disturbin tha dust as lil as possible ....grabbin tha feather doon pillows as well she takes them ootside an shakes them oot 'angin tha cloth an tha strung rope t' air oot ...beatin tha dust frae tha pillows thinkin tis prolly best jist t' re-stuff them...sets them aside an sets boot t' give tha cottage a thourough cleaning....
As night creeps upon 'er she is jist boot finished wi' 'er cleanin tossin oot tha now dirty bucket o' water she looks boot tha place she calls 'ame smilin wi' a wee bit o' satisfaction....wrappin 'er felt in gentle pleats over a sandy colored chemise around 'er slender waist pullin 'er sash ore 'er shoulder an puttin two pins in place she 'eids back t' tha castle t' bother cookie for some scones an honey....
Chattin a wee bit wi' cookie boot the who's it's and what's it's of tha castle gossip she 'eids t' tha library 'opin t' see if there is a record of current merchants in tha village an wit textiles if any are available t' 'er .....she opens aine of tha castle ledgers usin tha tip o' 'er nail she scrolls doon lookin at names searchin fer leather workers...smithies....linens....someaine who 'as flax or does bow strings she can 'ear people gatherin boot tha 'all as she continues 'er search
