Though Spencer seemed burdened by his worries and concerns about the wedding, Hild felt nothing but certainty. Spencer and Luke fit, like a key to a lock or a tight weave to a beautiful pattern. (Perhaps that would be her wedding present to them. The memory was awful in its association, but Hild thought they of the blanket thrown over the bed of Edwin's former queen, bright poppy orange and calf-eye brown spun in a sweeping pattern. It would take her a few months to make, if she recruited Eowyn to help.)
Whatever happened, however many cakes or fonts or whatever they had to wade through, at the end of it all was their wedding, the ceremony, and all they had to do was speak a few words, make promises to each other that they had already made. All would be well. Nothing would upend that.
"I'm used to people hating me," Hild replied with a careless shrug. "But I do worry a little that she may work against me and drag her feet. She waved sage at me. Unburned, even." She lifted a brow and gave Spencer a sidelong look. The herb had many uses that Hild employed in her salves and tinctures. Though she never practiced burning and 'smudging' sage to cleanse a place before, she had learned of the practice during her studies. That the woman couldn't even be bothered to light the sage to ward Hild away was a bit insulting, even if Hild dismissed the practice as useless.
"So, escrow is good. I can see the use of it." She nodded. "But I want to begin soon. I hoped to somehow..." Licking her lips, she sighed. "Shit, I can't remember the name of it now. I want to build a small space, made of windows? Where I can place plants so they can have the sunlight but not the cold of winter. Having fresh herbs in winter would be a great help. The broker said something about.. ordinances though. That I would have to check the ordinances."
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Whatever happened, however many cakes or fonts or whatever they had to wade through, at the end of it all was their wedding, the ceremony, and all they had to do was speak a few words, make promises to each other that they had already made. All would be well. Nothing would upend that.
"I'm used to people hating me," Hild replied with a careless shrug. "But I do worry a little that she may work against me and drag her feet. She waved sage at me. Unburned, even." She lifted a brow and gave Spencer a sidelong look. The herb had many uses that Hild employed in her salves and tinctures. Though she never practiced burning and 'smudging' sage to cleanse a place before, she had learned of the practice during her studies. That the woman couldn't even be bothered to light the sage to ward Hild away was a bit insulting, even if Hild dismissed the practice as useless.
"So, escrow is good. I can see the use of it." She nodded. "But I want to begin soon. I hoped to somehow..." Licking her lips, she sighed. "Shit, I can't remember the name of it now. I want to build a small space, made of windows? Where I can place plants so they can have the sunlight but not the cold of winter. Having fresh herbs in winter would be a great help. The broker said something about.. ordinances though. That I would have to check the ordinances."