32nd Vhalar, 716
In Tristan's House
In Tristan's House
Enemy Status: docile and unaware
She had, in fact, made a list of what she needed, the order she needed them and the step by step process she had planned and she had sketched out a couple of helpful diagrams, to remind herself of what the battle plan was. To her mind, there was no doubting it, she was entering battle. Faith had already moved her mattress out of her room, clearing the room of everything. Then she had washed the floors and walls with warm water to which she had added the tea tree she had bought from Mr Spekkles shop not long ago, when she had met her tutor, Padraig there. This was his idea, she reminded herself and when the beast hurt her, he would hold some of the responsibility she thought with a grin.
She moved first to close windows, focusing on each shutter, making sure that window was closed and latched. She took care and she made sure, genuine concern about Mistral's welfare and for her own safety and the safety of Master's house foremost in her mind. Once the windows were shut, she then closed all the doors other than the one to Master's bedroom, where Mistral was currently sleeping and the one to her room. Then, Faith went out and filled the bath with the water and the oil that Padraig had suggested. She was busy in there when there was a tap on the front door and Faith called out, terror in her voice "Hold on! Right there!" and she ran, hands still dripping wet, to the door. She opened the door, fully expecting it to be the boy down the street who had offered to help her with this, so, not really paying attention, looking back to inside the house, she reached out one dripping wet, sud-covered hand and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him in quickly before closing the door swiftly. Craning her neck to see, she pulled what she thought was the boy down the street called Tommy, her voice sounding both terrified and urgent "You're late! Nearly a whole break late!! Don't let it escape for the love of all the Immortals! Don't let it escape!!" Because this was their chance, she knew. Now, or never. She didn't even look at Tommy, she was so busy trying to make sure that the infernal beast was still asleep on Master's bed.
It was probably worth noting that the list which she had left on the table had written on it, in her small neat handwriting.
Plan for bathing the cat