The morning's light was dimmed partly by the curtains in the windows, the heady musk lingering strong, which spoke volumes of the amount of games that had taken place given the size of the room. Yet with the statue nearby being uncovered for a period of time last night, it was hardly unexpected, and the moans and shouts elicited through the activities in the night had certainly left their own little melodies to play in idle minds. Yet as Tehr started to get up from his earlier rest and get prepared for the coming day with the whirlwind of tasks always seeming to be calling for attention.<br/><br/>The first of April was a day marked in the calendars earlier by a number of folks in the house, given its significance, but the Master of the house himself had other things on his mind at that point. Still, the preparations were being carried on through the house since an early morning hour, and more than a few of the lady folk had taken it up with renewed vigor and eagerness after their trip to his bedroom earlier.<br/><br/>There was a bit of excitement in them all, but the morning preparations had caught them all in somewhat of a rush. None of them was sure how long it would take for Tehr to be back up on his feet and when he'd leave the bedroom behind. Nonetheless, as the morning hour came, a young woman made his way towards the bedroom there, carrying a tray on her left hand, an apron still tied around her figure. Smile playing on the young woman's lips, she paused by the door and listened a moment before reaching for the doorknob.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The door's well oiled locked didn't as much as click when it opened, the wooden frame parting to allow the young lady passage, the steps coming closer but unlike the usual faint sound of heels on the floor he was not greeted by any sound of shoes, for the figure was barefoot. Looking up from said bare feet would lead up a pair of slender, firm calves and thighs, to the hem of a white apron, and the figure barely hidden behind, the bare arms showing one at the hip, the other holding a tray on the fingertips, at the middle of the tray beneath, keeping it calmly balanced, the rosy lips curled in a smile, yet there was something quite different from the usual mornings about it, and that was beyond the lack of a maid's uniform.<br/><br/>The beautiful, slender woman with elven beauty was not his trusty servant Angelique Hlaford, and while yes she shared the wide range of blond hair, hers was more towards the lighter sort compared to Angelique's gold, and while Angelique carried a build between worlds, this one was, from his prior experience watching her, watching her body, one of full elven lineage. The upper section of her face was covered by a silky black mask, and besides it and the white apron upon her, she did not appear to have brought a single article of cloth with her, or at least none he could quite see.<br/><br/>The way the apron hung at her thighs it covered enough to be considered semi-decent, though the side of her hips was only hidden by a string holding the apron in place. Following it along higher however saw it cling to her form, and the alabaster white hugged the curve of her chest rather enticingly, and no lines upon it spoke of things between the apron and the lady beneath. The smile playing on those lips amused as she walked towards him, a the eyes behind the mask focused on him and full of mirth and perhaps, excitement, but with the scent in the room it was difficult to really tell more right away.<br/><br/><strong>"Master Tehr, please behold, your princely duties becon with new morn, to grace us all with your presence, so we may partake in your wisdom and perhaps your essence-"</strong>She spoke in a melodic tone, clear and mirthful like a bard on display, holding out the tray showing a set of fresh strawberries that seemed unlikely find this early to the spring but there they were. Sliced in halves on a plate, the red fruitmeat partly dipped in white cream with a small bowl nearby full of it, well whipped from the look of it.<br/><br/><strong>"Forgive me for that but I was feeling a touch inspired by the heedy aroma lingering, wafting. A little treat to delight the senses, taste or more, and a sign of things to be."</strong>She moved ahead moving her hand from her hip to join the other under the tray, moving her hands to grip its edges instead, presenting it before her as she gazed at him.<strong>"We've agreed that for today troubles of world beyond can face scorn, and that today should be cherished instead."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Wrote this and thought I posted but found I had apparently timed out, found I had lost most of the text. Wrote a second form wasn't happy. Decided to re-do that and well I am still feeling it a bit lacking but the delay's getting ridiculous. At least I can honestly say the third is better than the first or second attempts, though I admit I still feel mighty guilty and embarrassed alike, for time taken for the first, and the quality (or lack there of) for the second. I had a few different ideas in mind on how the day to begin but decided to go with this one.</div></div>