[open -- nest]

[new_inglewoodblues]

The nest Ragnelle has been building in the woods needed a few more blankets now that the temperature has dropped a few more degrees, so this morning she was in the mansion raiding cupboards. Now she's outside in the lee of Nightingale's summer house with a basket of comforters, cutting them into pieces with a little knife so they'll be easier to incorporate, like leaves in a squirrels' nest. The time indoors has warmed her up, and her hands move quickly with the knife.

Comments

[new_inglewoodblues]

"What canst thou see?" suspiciously.

[rememberettersberg]

"Merely as much as you can sense about me, I expect." Nightingale makes a courtly bow. "I don't wish to make you uncomfortable, my lady. I'm content to take my leave."

[new_inglewoodblues]

"Do thou. Go, go," waving her hand at him dismissively.

[rememberettersberg]

"Goodbye then." He bows again, this time somehow suffusing the movement with sarcasm, and shuts the door.