Private Tales Be Thou My Vision

It was morning again. To Ivy, she was used to the dreariness of waking up on the streets. T
He sun in her as she still tries to sleep on the hard cobblestone, waking up starving, for she only had scraps for dinner, fearful of being kicked around and pulled away by guards. She lived in constant fear and filth for as long as she was stranded in the Shallows. But now, she wakes up clean, comfortable, and feeling safe. She still feels hungry in the morning, but she knows that there is going to be breakfast in the kitchen. She gets up from her bed, in the chamber she sleeps in with Reinlinde, putting on the sandals she was given. It felt extremely weird on her feet, since she had gone bare foot for most of her life, even from where she came from. But, given the how she got many cuts and callouses from wandering around the Shallows barefoot, she is grateful for the sandals.

She changes into the green smock and brown trousers after washing her hands and face in the washbasin. She walked out into the kitchen where she helped out the cooks prepare and cook breakfast, oatmeal and bread. She also helps clean up the kitchen and courtyard. It was quiet work, but she works diligently as to keep the people around her happy. After her morning chores, she sat with Reinlinde and ate breakfast with her. It was warm and way better than the scraps she was used to on the streets. After breakfast, she was given some simple training from Reinlinde herself in the courtyard. Having to survive on her own had given her some survival instincts, but she still lacked self-defense. These short training sessions were to strengthen her awareness and combat in defense situations. She trains hard, to actually have a chance to fight for herself and to defend herself from larger and stronger people who want to hurt her. She does not know it herself, but she is pretty strong on her feet, and can lift heavy objects with ease, which Reinlinde seemed to be shocked and intrigued. After their training, she takes a rest by the fountain in the courtyard. She got a bit of cuts and bruises, but those were nothing to her now compared to being on the streets, and it is not as bad as before because Reinlinde is there to attend to her small cuts, which gives her time to rest before her basic lessons in language and writing before the afternoon prayers. For the first time in years, she can smile warmly. She is sheltered, clothed, and fed. She feels safe, she feels loved, she views Reinlinde as a big sister she never had. Not a complete replacement for her family, but she finds it nice for what it is worth.

Reinlinde

The man with the mustache approaches the two. When she first met Sir Alric Crane, she was intimidated. She still kind of is. He doesn't smile at her, which is unusual of the man since he is usually jolly, which she didn't mind as much as it was a change of attitude people towards her. She sits patiently by the fountain as Reinlinde speaks to him. She has no idea what they are saying, wishes she did. But, from their facial expressions, something was off. Reinlinde returns to her finishing up the last bits of wound care, she instructs her to go to the kitchen to help with the luncheon.

"Okay, Miss Reinlinde". Ivy makes her way out of the courtyard and back into the kitchen. Sulla was there making a hearty beef stew with bread, fresh apples, and a brie tart for dessert. She helps Sulla with cutting up onions and carrots to place in the pot. She puts the bread in the oven as they get ready to bake, and sometimes helps herself to an apple or two. which Sulla allows. She can't stop but think what Reinlinde is talking about with Sir Alric. It seemed important. Perhaps it was time to kick Ivy out of the abbey. Ill-tidings was what Sir Alric greeted her. Maybe she has become too much of a burden to the abbey. They might kick her out and on to the streets of the Shallows again. She shakes the thought out of her head. She knows that she works hard to earn her keep in the abbey. She can't leave now, not when she finally found some sort of normal life where she can begin searching for her family.

Reinlinde