House of the Righteous and Noble Augustine

[David Augustine]

The house looked nearly abandoned. It showed signs of recent use however. He cold nights air was coming in through the slightly open door. A banging sounds could be heard hitting the roof, windows, and any external part of the house. A storm was starting tonite. The rain hitting the house only grew faster and harder. And following suit the banging grew louder as well.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean heard a loud bang and curled tighter. "There is nothing out there." she told herself as she turned around and hid in the cushions of the couch.

[David Augustine]

He entered and locked the door. It wasn't David and he walked into the living room. He fed the fire some wood and turned to see Avean. "Now what do we have here." he said, "Who is it that decides to hide in cushions of the master's sofa?"

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean turned, shaking with fear. "W-Who are you?" she asked the man, pulling back into the seat.

[David Augustine]

"I am just a lowly servant of the Augustine family. I heard that Jonathan's son is using this house again. I will need to start cleaning it imediately." he replied, "But who are you? and what are you doing here?"

[Avean Luxenbourg]

"I-I am a friend of David, Avean." she said, shaking still. Her eyes did not leave the man before her for a second.

[David Augustine]

"Ah, I see and he said you may stay here." the man replied, "Please, allow me to show you to your room. I think you'll find it much more suitible to sleep in than the floor or that couch." He then grabbed a candle and lit it. He then walked up the stairs in front of the main enterance. He then walked down the hallway and stopped infront of a room. He turned waiting for Avean.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean followed relucantly. "Thank you." she said, bowing her head graciously.

[David Augustine]

"Miss do not bow to me. I am not worthy of such praise." he replied to her. He opened the door and lit the candles and lamps inside. "This will be your room. As you can see if it wasn't for the dust and cobwebs, it would elegant. This room is fit for a queen and or a king. In fact, visiting kings and queens used to stay within this room. I apologize for the rooms filth. When one of the maids returns or when Master David hires a new one, she will be assigned to this room immediately. But for now I will leave you be. If you need anything just call." He bowed and then escourted himself out of the room.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean gave him a smile as he walked out of the room. She turned and picked the lamp up, looking about the room. She mumbled something under her breath and waved, all the dust and filth desolving away. Avean pulled her cloak and dress off, revealing shorts and a simple shirt. She pulled the covers back and laid down, turning on her side and drifting into sleep.

[David Augustine]

The servant then started to clean the house during the stormy night. His movements weren't able to be heard. It was very late into the night in fact it was almost dawn, when he finished cleaning the mainrooms and hallways. It was hard work. He then went into the kitchen and started cooking breakfast.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean was still deep in slumber, her face peaceful but her dreams far from. She dreamt of a mans face, so familar and angery. The man grabbed her by the arms and threw her to the floor, tears running so faintly down her face. "Please..." she murmered, thrashing around underneath the covers, a tear falling silently from her eye.

[David Augustine]

The servant entered the room. He was pushing a cart and stopped at her bedside. He put his hand on her and shook her awake. "Wake up." he said, "You were having a bad dream. It's dusk and you must get an early start. Here's your breakfast. Eat and when you are finished just put it back on the cart." The man had put a tray on her lap and took off the top. It was filled with eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, biscuits, and gravy. "I hope you enjoy it." he said as he left the room again.

[Avean Luxenbourg]

Avean sat up, wiping the tear away. She set the plate on her lap and began to eat in silence. The only thing she could think of was the face, so angry but so blurred in her memory. Avean ate with little enthusiasum but neer the less ate. When Avean finished she set her plate back on the cart and stood up, her legs a bit woozy. Avean pulled her dress on and stepped out onto the stoop of the room, her eyes moving from one side to the other.

[David Augustine]

The servant came back in again to get the cart. Once he gotten everything on it and stacked. He opened the door once more, pushed the cart out into the hallway, and closed the door behind him. Leaving Avean in silence.