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[floweredknight]

Florence, having already done his duty by the cottage for today, is now gathering deadwood along the fringes of the forest, and bringing it back to the Mansion. He's already figured out that the place stays warm regardless; but the days are short now, and it is his considered opinion that you ought to have a fire anyway

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[lionbright]

God, it must be another cousin. Lleu can recognize them, now, even if he's never known of their existence; they all look like himself, or his sister.

"Can I help?"

Because he's fairly tired of feeling useless.

[gather rosebuds, indeed! does lleu count as family?

[floweredknight]

Florence looks up with a ready smile, a look that has in it his father's good nature and his mother's merriment. "If you will, sir."

[lionbright]

"Where are you taking it? Up to the big house?"

[floweredknight]

"Ay. We have all we can use at home, for now."

[inglewoodblues]

"Boy," Ragnelle calls to him, coming down the path to him, warmly wrapt in a thick shawl (it's cold, okay, especially if your blood slows wayyyy doowwwn in this weather).

[floweredknight]

He straightens, smiling.

[inglewoodblues]

"Come here."

[floweredknight]

So Florence drops the latest stick on the pile, and goes to meet her.