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She quirked her brow and a challenge was spoken. Template by url('|PT+Sans|Roboto+Slab|Amarante') They would needs to move the bundles into the feed room and set them away where they would wait for the snows to fall, then they would feed Salsola's livestock, or trade them away to others who had not been quite so fortunate in their good harvest. She reached to tie back long curls of hair from her face with a leather thong. She sighed, a delicate breath of air and turned to the red male, Each bundle of grass fodder was held together by slight cords of rope so they might be easier moved about and distributed. She turned critical eyes over the heaped stacks of grass, long fingers reached out to grasp a bunch of seed heads briefly. Helena strode forwards, leaving Andrew to follow or linger by the door at his own discretion. Helena was a predator and she hunted her promotions as ruthlessly as she did her enemies.ДЄt least one thing was clear, Salsola's livestock would not starve this year.

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She was not a stranger to working this way though, the world was full of lessons to be learned and in the cut-throat Salsolan society it was kill or be killed. She did not posses the physical prowess that some of the others of Salsola did, to her detriment. she was a firm believer in working smarter not harder. The lady was a strange mix of things, having worked hard to achieve her current lofty title and yet, she was used to taking the easiest route possible. Helena looked besides her briefly at Andrew and then rubbed at her temples in consternation. Their shadows extended out before them, several of the inquisitive animals peered over their stable doors at the two interlopers.

She had not thought to specifically ask that a count be left for her, an oversight she would not repeat.ДЇrom above the early morning's sun winked down upon the two of them in the doorway to Marrgerd.

While there might have been a count kept on it all somewhere, the servants were no longer present, returned to their other tasks. It was an overwhelming sight, yet one that bolstered her spirits almost. Many, many, many bales of dried switch-grass, bluejoint and alfalfa hay greeted her. What she had not anticipated however, was the sheer, enormous volume of it all. The servant men had been hard at work since she had commanded them do so, as was to be expected.