Not really breaking, not yet entering

Writers: Jelena, Miriah
Date Posted: 27th March 2013

Characters: Karhal, Genna
Description: Karhal catches himself a little thief.
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 13, day 9 of Turn 6
Notes: Mentioned: Sinla, Zelanka

Karhal

Genna

Ah shards, she was just a few minutes too late! Genna pouted as she
saw the closed door and let out a disappointed sigh. She had just
wanted a little snack, but appearantly the kitchens had closed. She
stood there hesitating for a few moments but then grinned. Sometimes
it was good growing up with all brothers. Taking a pin out of her hair
she kneeled at the lock. They had showed her how just last week and
with some luck she could just sneak in and grab that snack anyway.

A soft clearing of a throat sounded behind her, followed by the light
click of claws against the stone floor and a soft, warning 'woof'.
Karhal leaned against the wall, arms crossed and fingers drumming
slightly over his biceps. "Just what do you think you are doing?"
Livie, his canine, stared intently at the young woman, dark brown eyes
never leaving her.

Genna turned around quickly and only needed a second to get her story
straight. "Oh, sir, I'm so glad you are here!" she said as she pushed
the pin back in her hair. "I forgot my scarf in the kitchens and I
didn't want to bother anyone, but my mother will kill me if I come
home without it!" she looked positively forlorn at that. "It was
pretty exspensive."

There was a slight raised eyebrow. "A scarf. And you just decided it
was a grand idea to try to pick the lock?" Karhal straightened. "You
realize that while your mother may be upset at a missing scarf, she
would probably be far more upset to see you in a holding cell."

Genna's eyes grew a little bigger and she actually look shocked to the
core. "A holding cell, Sir?" Surely he wouldn't put a girl like her in
a holding cell? Especially if she turned on a little extra charm. Her
eyes watered up a little and she bit her lip nervously. "I'm sorry,
Sir, I just wanted to pop in and out in a jiffy."

Karhal didn't even blink. "I'm sure you are. Well...lets see if we can
find this missing scarf of yours. I do hope that it's in there."
He moved past her and pulled out his keys, unlocking the door and
opening it. He looked down at her with a neutral expression and
gestured her in. "After you."

"Me too," Genna replied, not quite defeated just yet. "If it's not
here I must have lost it somewhere on my stroll this afternoon and it
could be Faranth knows where!" She walked into the kitchens, looking
around seemingly purposefully.

"Right. This scarf must be extremely valuable. I'll have to ask your
mother about it after we are finished here." He remained right on her
heels, his boots clicking on the floor. "Valuable enough to pick
a lock." He looked at the girl. "Did you know there has been
other breakins lately? The store rooms, in particular. It does
make me think."

Oh shards, she hadn't accounted for that. Or was he just messing with
her? As the pro's and con's battled it out in the back of her mind,
Genna stopped and gave the guard a nervous smile. "Sir, I'm sorry. I'm
leading you on and I shouldn't have. Picking the lock was wrong and
trying to lie about it even worse, but I swear I had nothing to do
with the other breakins." There was some honest worry in her voice
there and she hoped he could see it.

Arms crossed over his chest as he faced her, ice blue eyes cool
in his perusal of her. "Really." He glanced around. "So. No scarf,
hmm? Then why exactly were you picking the lock?"

Genna bit her lip and looked down. "I was hungry," she confessed more
than a little sheepishly. "And I thought no one would notice if I just
grab a quick snack. I'm sorry, Sir, it won't happen again, I promise."

His eyes narrowed further. "No, it won't. You would have gotten
in far less trouble if you had been honest about it from the start.
I can't abide a liar." He took a deep breath. "Now, I have two
options. I can throw you into a cell for the night and have your
father come and fetch you in the morning, or I can let you
go with a proper scolding. Personally, I think the first would be
far better as far as learning a lesson."

"Yes, sir, I understand. I just didn't want to get in trouble and
upset my mother. But you are right, that is no excuse for lying," she
was still looking down, trying her best not to spin another story and
just be truthful. "Is there anything I could do to make you opt for
the scolding, Sir?"

Brows shot upwards. "Yes, actually. In the morning you'll report
to Zelanka and apologize for trying to break into her kitchens.
And then you'll submit to whatever punishment she sees fit.
And I will speak to her and find out if you've done it. If you've
not, then I'll see you in a cell for a couple of days. Agreed?"

"Agreed, sir," Genna replied instantly, though she felt her guts
churn. Zelanka would tell her mother all about her little indiscretion
anyway and that would be the end of her, surely. But then again, if
Sinla heard she had been put in the cells, things would be even worse.
"I'll find the Headwoman first thing next morning."

"You do that." He ushered her quickly out of the kitchen area and
locked the door firmly behind him. "Now, lets get you home and
make sure you get there safely."

"Thank you, Sir," Genna said quietly, staring at the ground now, her
brain already working to try and find a way around Zelanka telling her
mother what had happened. Maybe she would talk to her father instead,
he would surely help her steer clear from her mother's wrath?

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