Caitekurke, Nieveland (Oxwhyte Castle, Fortress of the Alms)
Aelis Pherson pumped her arm down towards the hard stone floor a few times with a clutched fist and whispered a series of "C'mon then, get'on, now or never's" before pushing into a hot and bright room of Nieveland's top government officials. A glare hit her eye and she could not help but make a right handed cup over her eyes that looked like a salute to block the sun before scurrying to a seat at the head of a table in the shade.
When she sat the table down the line was whimpering and whinging on whether or not the Almskeeper should be saluted back and at this point half were and half were protesting.
"Has no one tea'd ye?" Aelis beckoned, "Sit down now before noon, I won't tea you twice!"
"Aye," the Alderman and Lairds sighed, some now understanding that they had misinterpreted the hand Pherson had cast when entering the room.
"The rules for this session are simple," Almskeeper Pherson said, "you should have already separated with your smart blocks, pens, or anything that your dear ma'n'pa did not girt you with in the twentieth."
On one side of this grand table sat the Council of Lairds, true conservatives, who were unbothered by such a rule or sentiment. On the other side sat prominent prominent Aldermen and women who were visibly squirming.
"Alderman Woolery, please take your side to be stripped before re-entering." Pherson ordered hardly. The elected side groaned, stood, and filed out leaving Aelis with the Lairds and Ladies who achieved their seat through nobility.
"I know ye have as many bugs on me as me on you, so I won't cast ye out." Aelis confessed to the Lairds Council, "The door is locked now and they Alderman will not return until I give the order."
"Is this a cry for help, Lady Almskeeper?" Laird Balcarra cracked as a firestarter to a table side snicker.
Pherson began sorting papers for a time before settling on one with dramatic intention, it had nothing to do with Balcarra, but she pointed her finger down intentionally and shook her head. "The Neighbors and I know about you and him, Laird Balcarra, I pray ye make right with your own wedded one and sit before I prosecute!" Aelis bluffed.
"Lairds and Ladies . . I . . I must say that I am very . ." Balcarra offered before Almskeeper Pherson cut him off.
"Fucked," Pherson said, "Laird Balcarra has been buggering and I did not want to believe it so, yet here we are, so please see yourself out Balcarra."
With the same door Balcarra exited the elected Alderman reentered beside two of Pherson's own children, Chloe and Padraig, with which both sides fawned over intensely. 15 and 16, they were no so young as to be treated as idiots, but the two instinctively sat in the vacant seats available to them.
"Lady Almskeeper, Alder woman Thomson has been arrested for holding a device of listening . . may she rot and be damned for this" Alderman Woolery declared.
"May we stop now and pray for Laird Balcarra and Madame Thomson, here and above, that justice is served." Almskeeper Pherson asked before bringing clutched hands to her forehead.
Aelis Pherson pumped her arm down towards the hard stone floor a few times with a clutched fist and whispered a series of "C'mon then, get'on, now or never's" before pushing into a hot and bright room of Nieveland's top government officials. A glare hit her eye and she could not help but make a right handed cup over her eyes that looked like a salute to block the sun before scurrying to a seat at the head of a table in the shade.
When she sat the table down the line was whimpering and whinging on whether or not the Almskeeper should be saluted back and at this point half were and half were protesting.
"Has no one tea'd ye?" Aelis beckoned, "Sit down now before noon, I won't tea you twice!"
"Aye," the Alderman and Lairds sighed, some now understanding that they had misinterpreted the hand Pherson had cast when entering the room.
"The rules for this session are simple," Almskeeper Pherson said, "you should have already separated with your smart blocks, pens, or anything that your dear ma'n'pa did not girt you with in the twentieth."
On one side of this grand table sat the Council of Lairds, true conservatives, who were unbothered by such a rule or sentiment. On the other side sat prominent prominent Aldermen and women who were visibly squirming.
"Alderman Woolery, please take your side to be stripped before re-entering." Pherson ordered hardly. The elected side groaned, stood, and filed out leaving Aelis with the Lairds and Ladies who achieved their seat through nobility.
"I know ye have as many bugs on me as me on you, so I won't cast ye out." Aelis confessed to the Lairds Council, "The door is locked now and they Alderman will not return until I give the order."
"Is this a cry for help, Lady Almskeeper?" Laird Balcarra cracked as a firestarter to a table side snicker.
Pherson began sorting papers for a time before settling on one with dramatic intention, it had nothing to do with Balcarra, but she pointed her finger down intentionally and shook her head. "The Neighbors and I know about you and him, Laird Balcarra, I pray ye make right with your own wedded one and sit before I prosecute!" Aelis bluffed.
"Lairds and Ladies . . I . . I must say that I am very . ." Balcarra offered before Almskeeper Pherson cut him off.
"Fucked," Pherson said, "Laird Balcarra has been buggering and I did not want to believe it so, yet here we are, so please see yourself out Balcarra."
With the same door Balcarra exited the elected Alderman reentered beside two of Pherson's own children, Chloe and Padraig, with which both sides fawned over intensely. 15 and 16, they were no so young as to be treated as idiots, but the two instinctively sat in the vacant seats available to them.
"Lady Almskeeper, Alder woman Thomson has been arrested for holding a device of listening . . may she rot and be damned for this" Alderman Woolery declared.
"May we stop now and pray for Laird Balcarra and Madame Thomson, here and above, that justice is served." Almskeeper Pherson asked before bringing clutched hands to her forehead.