<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/91/Rumi_sm.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rumi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>lawn<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Misaki (or anyone else outside)<br/><br/>Rumi glanced back toward the mansion, hearing the other maid tearing about in the snow.  She had to smile a little.  If Misaki didn't come from some magical background herself, Rumi would be surprised.  There was something about how she seemed to careen and dance through everything.  Rumi herself tended to zip about more.  Her idea was more to find the shortest line between two points when something obviously<em>had</em>to be done.  She wasn't without her talents, being reasonably well trained in cooking and housekeeping from two cultures.  But she certainly wasn't<em> trying</em>to look efficient in the way that people sometimes assumed, either.  If it happened to come out that way, well, all the better.<br/><br/>She had to juggle a bit with the reel holding all the lights.  She wasn't sure how it would fare if she placed it too close to the snow.  Probably it would be okay so long as not too many dropped off into the whiteness, but she didn't want to take chances.  So she kept perching the reel precariously atop the fence, stringing some lights onto the fancy ironwork, picking up the spool, and repeating it a few paces down the line.  The insulated, colored wires were thick and a little stiff, often twisting and tangling in strange directions.  Probably they had been left in their bundle all year, and were even less interested in parading on a winter morning than, well...  herself.<br/><br/>So when Misaki finally made her way over to the fence, slightly dusted with snow from her polishing of the lawn, Rumi had to smile.  "Well, if it isn't too much trouble, I could use another pair of hands.  Thank you!"  She hefted the reel of lights yet to be strung toward the blonde maid.  I wonder if they'll try to grow vines around her, too. she thought with some amusement. "Did you sleep well?" she bantered between stretching her arms to place the lights.  "I have to say, I'm a little relieved that this house isn't strict about hours or anything.  I was afraid someone would have roll call three hours before sunrise, or some crazy ritual like that.  Why, we could have told campfire stories until morning.  But no, this is much better right?"<br/>