The Last Supper

Isabella Heiwa · 12-27-2011, 07:13 PM

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I'm just vaguely playing her here since I've done nothing yet :x;;;

There was still too much that the colorful woman did not understand about this place. There were customs that were foreign to her, especially considering her heritage as a wanderer, a solitary figure. Before the call for this meal - the Last Supper? - Isabella found herself grooming her long, course locks with bone comb and lavender water. Her two precious bottles of rose water and lavender water were dwindling, but she had used them daily and had made them fairly recently. But with no access to fresh roses and fresh lavender, Isabella was going to be forced to use her wax sealed oil stored in small glass jars. She had been loathe to break the seals and take them from her dark little hiding place and start to dilute them. They were expensive, and they were hard to come by.

Regardless, Isabella, lightly scented of lavender, came to the strange ritualistic supper and sat at her place at the further end of the table. She had made sure to wear the trinket the King had given her for her services, keeping it modestly tucked under the shawl she wore. Her bi-colored eyes watched the dark King speak and then the dark woman beside him speak as well. She watched and listened with curiosity. So, everything earned in this pack was on the whims of these people. Isabella tightened the black and silver shawl about her shoulders, looking from the handsome speaker to those he gave his favor to. Part of the family? More respect? That seemed nice, but things were always complicated in families. But favors were hard to come by at her rank, perhaps she ought to figure out a way to be more useful.

Having watched the information spread and people begin to eat while they talked, Isabella gingerly helped herself to the food within reach. It was not the choicest nor some of the most tender, but it was better than eating the remains. She took one of the strange buggy creatures, caught by the new fisherwoman, One of the men, what seemed ages ago, brought such creatures for her, cooked pink and shelled. It had been a new taste but she had enjoyed it then. Easily removing the shell, she noted the salty taste to it; the ones she had been given before had been freshwater. Regardless, the woman enjoyed the meal, though she felt ignored and spurned so far from the prestige.

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