She had woke early that morning, to make sure that everything was set up and that there was a good stew in the kitchen to carry Coop through to the next day if needs be. She had also made sure to bake several loaves of bread, and set them all aside to cool, and a couple pies into the wee hours of the morning after everything had died down at the Back Water, and any patron spending the night had left the main room. But she had done two days worth of chores around the place, and left a note for the man who was as close of a father as she'd ever get.
[color=#2ecc40]Gone to the beach with Colton Young. There's a good quality stew for you in the little pot, and a watered down one to serve the main room. Loaves of bread and pie are in the normal place, and I made sure to tap new kegs under the bar for the normal ales. Back tonight, or at latest, tomorrow morning-ish.[/color]
She signed the note off with a little [color=#2ecc40]Mx[/color] at the bottom, and tucked the note against Coop's door, knowing he'd find it there and not worry too much. Then again, she wasn't sure if he would worry or not, but she'd rather just apologize when she got back than ask permission and possibly get a no. It was too important to have this "date" out with Colt to be told she needed to stay for some reason. Least of all that someone was courting her.
So, with a darker colored dress wrapped about her frame, she had walked to the property stone, a waist high boulder that signaled the corner of the land Coop owned, and was the Back Water's domain. She could barely see the curl of smoke from the main chimney as she hopped up on the stone and took a seat. The bottom edge of the dress was wet, and clung about her ankles from where she had done through the dew covered grass, past the stables and the storage sheds, and past the little cottage that had fallen in disrepair over the years, it never had it's roof thatched and so it was just a stone shell. There was another one, further back on the lands too, but it was in equally bad of a state. Easier to live in the Inn than have a little cottage out away from the main site.
So when she heard the sound of horse hooves on the ground, she perked up, and tried to make sure her silver hair was back properly in the braid she had done, and her dress was smoothed down and presentable. She, Little Mina, was about to go the furthest from her home she ever had, in her entire life. With the man that, against everything, had made a little home inside her heart, and was currently taking up residence for the long term. Cheeky one, he was.
[color=#2ecc40]Gone to the beach with Colton Young. There's a good quality stew for you in the little pot, and a watered down one to serve the main room. Loaves of bread and pie are in the normal place, and I made sure to tap new kegs under the bar for the normal ales. Back tonight, or at latest, tomorrow morning-ish.[/color]
She signed the note off with a little [color=#2ecc40]Mx[/color] at the bottom, and tucked the note against Coop's door, knowing he'd find it there and not worry too much. Then again, she wasn't sure if he would worry or not, but she'd rather just apologize when she got back than ask permission and possibly get a no. It was too important to have this "date" out with Colt to be told she needed to stay for some reason. Least of all that someone was courting her.
So, with a darker colored dress wrapped about her frame, she had walked to the property stone, a waist high boulder that signaled the corner of the land Coop owned, and was the Back Water's domain. She could barely see the curl of smoke from the main chimney as she hopped up on the stone and took a seat. The bottom edge of the dress was wet, and clung about her ankles from where she had done through the dew covered grass, past the stables and the storage sheds, and past the little cottage that had fallen in disrepair over the years, it never had it's roof thatched and so it was just a stone shell. There was another one, further back on the lands too, but it was in equally bad of a state. Easier to live in the Inn than have a little cottage out away from the main site.
So when she heard the sound of horse hooves on the ground, she perked up, and tried to make sure her silver hair was back properly in the braid she had done, and her dress was smoothed down and presentable. She, Little Mina, was about to go the furthest from her home she ever had, in her entire life. With the man that, against everything, had made a little home inside her heart, and was currently taking up residence for the long term. Cheeky one, he was.
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