Queen of the Floors
Posted: Sat Apr 03, 2004 4:03 pm
As early morning began to creep through the windows of the dagger, Thadius Dhrin was sneaking back up to his room. He had barely avoided the cook as he snuck out of the closet.
WIthin the closet, where he had learned from another kitchen worker that Quincy kept her cleaning supplies, rested a small delicately wrapped package. In a flowing script, the tag would read...
"Queen of the Floors - Quincy"
If Quincy decided to open it, she would find a tablet of paper, and some charcoal sticks wrapped in a square of grey cloth to keep them from marring the paper.
As he returned to his room, and settled in to his bed, he hoped she would understand his gift, and not simply throw it over the porch with all the other dirt that troubled her so.
WIthin the closet, where he had learned from another kitchen worker that Quincy kept her cleaning supplies, rested a small delicately wrapped package. In a flowing script, the tag would read...
"Queen of the Floors - Quincy"
If Quincy decided to open it, she would find a tablet of paper, and some charcoal sticks wrapped in a square of grey cloth to keep them from marring the paper.
As he returned to his room, and settled in to his bed, he hoped she would understand his gift, and not simply throw it over the porch with all the other dirt that troubled her so.