As Long As It Is Happening To Somebody Else.
- Agnes Repplier
Wednesday June 28th ~ Dawn
Stigg was bored. He lay on his back, waiting for the morning duties to be assigned, trying to hit the chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the tent with a small silk pillow. He had gone out the day before, listening in on conversations reacting to their arrival. Some were suspicious - but overall the King and Queen had been pleased with his report. There had hardly been any time for fun - he had managed, yes, but not the unrestrained time he yearned for.
Can't push anyone down the well - that would be bad... moving undergarments from house to house always makes them yell - and throw things at each other... There is a lake nearby - that could be usefull...