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Faith Long ([personal profile] charitylovehopefaith) wrote in [community profile] trainingwings 2012-12-19 01:04 am (UTC)

[It is very unladylike to stare. But. Well.

Now, Faith is outright staring.

After all, for all her walking, she hadn't thought, even with the temperature what it is, to see a man stripped to the waist. The scars are chilling, but she's been told of lashings before and heard of more. Listening at the top of a stairwell to her father's stories or reading her former sweetheart's letters or intercepting notes from her brother and secreting them away for a short while to learn a little about the world outside her father's house.

It leaves an immediate bad impression, but she quickly reminds herself that even good men face lashings for many reasons.

It's far, far too bold. But there is no one to do it for her. No brother or father or cousin she can employ to the task, so she must take it upon herself. How much easier it would be if this place had some currency she could offer!]


Sir!

[A few steps closer.]

Pardon my boldness, sir. But. The wood you're cutting. Might I be able to plead the use of a small log or two? I've a hearth but nothing to burn in it and no way to acquire anything other than to ask you.

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