She walked out of the tavern near the workhouse out back, so that she could watch the animals that were to be slaughtered for the celebration. “No that’s not right”, she told the boy. Grabbing a knife, she showed him the proper way to slit the sheep’s throat so that the blood would drain out correctly. He began to hang the sheep upside down and she walked back inside to see the maids in the kitchen.
Weeks before, she had secured all the necessary spices for the feast. The men that came tonight were to have the best meats and sweets Caemlyn had to offer. In the adjacent room, the finest ale was being brewed. Near the many barrels, they had stockpiled aged wine for their more prestigious of customers. Kitten observed the way that the women cut vegetables and boiled water, waiting for the meat to be brought in. “All’s well here”, she thought to herself.
She went down the corridor until she reached the main room. She couldn’t decide if the room was prettier during the day or night. She loved the big windows that let light dance upon the floors, whether it came from the Sun or the Stars. She loved the new cherry wood they had put into the floor. The tavern beforehand was falling apart. Jodelle had bought it for an incredibly low price and she certainly received what she paid for. Her and her sisters had painstakingly saved to have the Haus closed and re-done. They had imported the most luxurious silks and fabrics, the most hearty wood, and the most vivacious men to tear apart the place and put it back together. To kill boredom, she had followed the men as they worked, giving them meaningless critiques and orders to somehow reassert her dominance. They had done a fine job, as she looked around at the many identical, round tables filling the void. Each had sturdy, wooden chairs that were able to withstand even the most portly of men. The fireplace was opposite the bar. It was a great stone mass that could warm up the entire room in minutes. In front of the fireplace lay great animal skins as carpets. Many would gather around for toasts and tales. As for the bar, it was refurbished. She personally envisioned the addition of the grand mirror. It took a great number of men to install it; the mirror was so vast it covered the entire section of the wall. It made the Haus look much bigger than it was and Kitten found it amusing to watch drunkards’ confusion between reality and imitation.
“You’ll have to scrub harder—like this,” she yelled and pantomimed at one of the girls on the floor.
She ran into the special den they had added to the building to entertain their wealthy customers. She found the girls sprawled all over the newly upholstered furniture.
“Margo, come here. Fetch me the candles. The rest of you, up! Up!”
She ran back out until she reached the beginning of the staircase. She eyed from there that each table had already been given three small candles. Margo handed her the larger and brighter ones, as Kitten stood hanging off the banister trying to place them in the light fixtures. She realized she’d have to come back later to light them all.
She ascended the stairs until it brought her to their fitting room. She found their servant seamstress there threading last minute alterations.
“How fares your day?”
The girl replied with a detailed explanation of her work. All the “girls” were to have warm, spring colored, low-cut dresses. Kitten could see the array of pink, green, blue, and yellow fabrics. Kitten had helped design an imposing and yet beautiful, red and gold dress (she had made sure that she would be the only one wearing that shade). She vainly thought of how great it would look with her dark hair and fair skin.
“I should be finished with yours in two hours time.”
Kitten loved her seamstress; she was her favorite worker they employed. The woman was straightforward and hardworking. Kitten made a point of rewarding her patience and diligence. She gave the woman a wide grin before leaving the room.
Busy hours past slowly while Kitten stayed in her room working on her own make up and hair. Her dressing-woman was in the room helping her squeeze into the dress to make sure it fit suitably. She applied several layers of expensive parfumes made to last all night. She had powdered her face, lined her eyes, and rouged her lips. She could see in the rooms across the hall her twin, Sapphira, stretching (to prepare for a long night of dancing) and Jodelle explaining final details of the night to her workers. She could hardly contain herself. She could hear the music filling up her chest. She could feel her bare feet on the strong wood tables, dancing and jumping. But most of all she could see the gold and silver coins being dropped one by one in front of her eyes. Clink. Clink. Clink.
Kitten was so eager she could not contain herself. She yelled to her sisters, “Almost ready!” She noted the sun had not yet set, and so the Three still had time…
Edited by Faun, 02 March 2012 - 10:54 PM.