Re: Gordon (Sponge)
Alicia's eyelids fluttered and she yawned and stretched her body, and then leaning up on her elbow, she looked blearily at the breakfast.
"Lauralie brought it?" she said, then with a sigh, "So she knows. I suppose it was silly of me to think I could hide it."
"The walls and ceilings are thin here, dear, and the two of you were quite loud last night," called the older woman's voice from down below. Apparently her ears were quite sharp.
Blushing a little, Alicia turned and buried her face in Gordon's chest for a moment, then smiling she sat up and adjusted her robes so that she was covered again, then she crawled over to the breakfast tray and brought it to the center of the mat where she and Gordon shared the small breakfast together.
Eventually they got dressed and were just coming down the ladder when a heavy knocking came at the cottage door.
"Alicia, the door," Lauralie pointed from where she sat in her chair by the fire.
"Yes Lauralie, right away."
Alicia quickly put her feet into her slippers at the base of the ladder and then hurried to open the door a slight margin, poking her head out to see who it was.
"Let us in Alicia," came a commanding but still young female voice. "We all want an explanation for last night. And it better be good, or Lauralie can forget her pleas for patience."
"Come in, Daena," Alicia said and pulled back the door, allowing a tall girl, roughly equal in height to Gordon himself, dressed in what he thought was an alluring fighter's outfit, and geared up for battle, with a long sword at her hip and a crossbow and a quarrel of bolts slung across her back. The outfit was one of those female fantasy outfits that seemed to offer more visuals than protection, and certainly there was a lot of nice visuals to see. Gordon noticed that his girl's physique was excellent, her limbs athletic without being overly bulged, and her proportions attractive. Her hair was cut relatively short and was a rich brown in color, and she seemed to weave the plumage of white and black birds into her hair at various places in the back as part of her style.
Behind this fighter, Daena he presumed, followed several other young women, though these were less dressed for battle and fit much more into the villager motif. The first of these wore a long green dress of simple make, and had sandy blond hair which was tied in a thick single braid which was partially hidden by her green beret-style cap.
Following after her was a girl in a white and red dress with short, lavender colored hair. In her arm rested a basket with a checkered pattern cloth over the top.
Beyond her were two women with auburn hair who looked similar enough to be labeled sisters. They dressed in blue and white dresses with light blue shawls. One of them had a hood pulled over her hair while the other's hair hung down wild and free behind her.
There were five newcomers in total and they all stopped and stared at Gordon in amazement as they reached the center of the room to find him standing there just behind where Lauralie sat in her chair.
"May I present the young master Gordon to you all," Lauralie said with a hint of pride in her voice. "He has come when I said he would, and now our efforts may begin anew. Gordon, please say hello to Daena, our town's de facto militia captain, Harrieta, is the one in green and she is an artist, Rita with the basket is our baker hopefully come with fresh rolls for us this morning... and Lila the wife of our missing vicar and her younger sister Marcia... they take care of our local chapel."
