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“I cannot seem to usher sleep to visit me tonight, so I linger here, hoping that the cackling of the fire and the warmth will lull me to sleep.” Hesitating for a moment, while she brew tea, Dot glanced at her little sister. “Would you like to talk about your dreams?”
Phoebe gazed at her sister with slight surprise etched onto her face. “I -- I wouldn’t want to burden you, Dot. It is just a silly dream, nothing more. If you want -- really want, I could tell you.”
“Of course you can Phoebe. Just be very gentle, she has a swore spot on her side. She was playing a little too much with the other cats.”
“Little baby.” Phoebe gently cooed as she crouched down to pet the kitten. “Do you need any food for her? Water, milk?”
Dette laughed. “All is well, thank you. Now, how skilled are you with herbs, Phoebe?”
The question took Phoebe by surprise. “I am -- skilled, I guess. I know how to use them in preparing dishes, I can name pretty much every herb known to mankind.”
“Well I can assure you that you are not the only one who has been having strange dreams. I have as well, and I’ve heard others speak of them. Other than those I’ve been well though, only keeping myself as busy as possible.”
“Really?” That caught Phoebe by surprise. She thought she was the only one with silly dreams. “Do you think it might be turning into another epidemic, like the last time everyone’s been having such dreams?”
“‘I’ve always said that everything happens for a reason, and my motto this year is patience. When I have a moment to breathe I wonder, ‘Why am I not busy?’ But I don’t need a plan. Let it be, and let time do its thing.“
When Pheobe returned, he had basically waited for the knock, just to make sure. Yes, he was fully clothed now, but Godric wanted to make sure he heard it this time, especially if he’d missed it the first time.
But the door opened, and twice now Ms. Oakes had surprised him by her presence. However, this time he was caught off guard by the girl herself than the suddenness of her appearance. Her eyes, mostly. Her very familiar eyes…
He caught himself staring as she placed the tray on the table. Quickly, Godric recomposed himself, angling away from her she turned her attention back to him.
“No, Miss Oakes. That should be all.” Dismissing her, when, oddly enough, he wanted this stranger to stay.
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Phoebe nodded and turned to leave, but before she reached to door, she turned around and briefly said: “Well, if you need anything, just let me know. I will be in the kitchens.”
“Yes as do I.” She laughed and shook her head. “How have you been?” She asked softly.
“I have been well, if we ignore these weird dreams I have been having. And yourself? How have you been?”
“That is good, then. I will explain on the way. Shall we?”
Phoebe nodded, walking next to Bernedette. “So -- I hope all is well with you, Dette?”
Dot eyed her sister with care before she chose to nod. “Yes, alright, alright. You may join me, if you feel sleeping would be futile. Do you want me to make you tea or cocoa?”
“Tea would be nice, thank you.” Phoebe replied with a faint smile on her face. “Why can’t you sleep, sister?” She tried asking again.
“Well, I am walking right behind you, am I not?” Dette replied with a smirk on her face. “I need your assistance, if your sister will let you go for a while.”
“Right, of course.” Phoebe smiled and hearing her request, nodded. “I’m sure she would let me. What is it you need?”
Aurora nodded, an abashed smile on her lips as she continued to walk down the corridor and nearer to the girl. “Sometimes it happens, even when you don’t realize it.”
“Yes, I know! And then everyone looks at you like you are mad. I hate that.” She pouted.
“Everybody has strange dreams every once in a while. It is nothing to be alarmed about. It will pass soon.”
“Alright, Dot, if you say so.” Phoebe replied, choosing not to argue about dreams with her sister. She wouldn’t understand anyway. “Would you mind if I joined you? I don’t feel like returningt o bed yet.”
“Well you’ve picked a good one! View of the water, pretty quiet patrons. And drinks. That’s all you really need.” She grinned.
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“And to think I have just randomly came here a while ago.” She laughed.
After tucking in his undershirt and seizing a red tunic from his wardrobe, Godric lifted a cup and drank from it, hoping the warmth will melt the cold off his bones. “Only if you can be quick about it. One slice of bread, one slice of cheese, no olives, and two slices of turkey, if you please, Miss Oakes.”
Phoebe nodded and did as instructed, rushing to fetch the food with haste. After around six minutes or so, she was back in front of the door and she knocked, this time waiting for a reply, before letting herself in. Entering the room, Phoebe placed the tray with food on the table and took a step backwards.
“Would that be all?”
“It’s nice to get out from under your watchful caretakers I imagine.” She grinned. “You know, I come here enough. I like it. It’s quieter than other places.”
“That sure it is.” Phoebe chuckled in reply. “I haven’t been to the other inns, so I wouldn’t really know.” She shrugged.
Aurora had found free time away from the Lord who had requested her to stay the night, grateful for the peace and alone time. She took advantage of it, letting herself travel along the corridors and view some of the castle. She had been muttering to herself about something she was trying to remember when she heard someone speak. Looking up she laughed softly and shook her head, an embarrassed smile on her lips. “No sorry, I was only talking to myself.”
Phoebe offered the girl a knowing smile. “I know how that is. Talking to oneself.” She said, not really sure what else to say.
