Snippet #2067490

Parthenia Daphine was hurrying through the halls. Actually, Paige was hurrying through the halls. A noble woman with the name Parthenia would never do as Paige was right now. But alas Paige was not a noble woman so she was allowed to do so. Especially when the halls were as dark and creepy as these... Quickly Paige expelled those thoughts. They were unproductive and frightful and she had never had any desire to explore the darker places of her mind. She had heard that they changed you forever and disabled you to look at the world the same ever again. Paige liked the world as she saw it at the moment.

Balanced perfectly on the finger tips of Paige's left hand she carried a clear, glass pitcher of cool water and mint leaves; thought to calm a person's racing heart. Along with the jug of water she carried a glass cup for tea as well as some fresh bread with honey, butter and jam. These items were placed on a delicate glass tray Paige had to carry up three flights of stairs and down many of the innumberable hallways she had come to memorize. Paige like to believe she knew the castle better than it's owners. Drapped over her right arm was a rag which she could dip in water to clean one's brow of the corner of their mouths. All of these materials were nessasary in case there was something unpleasant amist the Master or his family.

Specifically, Paige had been sent to investigate the room of the Lord's Heir; Aethyra. The maids (including her mother) had heard noises of restless sleeping from her chambers and, naturally, they had sent up the servant girl to check on her and make sure their Mistress was alright. Paige approached the door and straightened out her dress as, like everyone else in existance (it seemed), she was expected to look well kempt in the presence of the upper class residents.

Gently knocking on the heavey, steel framed door with her calloused knuckles. She could hear of the other side footsteps and heavy breathing as if the one inside had just been frightened. It was apparent that her Mistress was not saftly asleep in her bed. Mostly likely it was one of the many nightmares her Mistress suffered. There was many a time in the dead of night Paige had been sent to render aid after a particularly bad one. This seemed like on of those nights. "Mistress Aethyra? It's your servant Parthenia. May I please come in?" Paige called quitely, then waited for a response from the other side of the door.