With a sour look, his old master stomped out of the chamber. Nomis sighed and thought to himself that it was unfortunately going to be one of ‘those’ days. Judging by the sun, it was about one hour after sunrise, too early for the Refectory to be serving food at present. This simply added to Nomis’ already distinct impression that the day was definitely getting off to a very bad start indeed!
Hastily removing his crumpled nightshirt, he pulled on his close-fitting, grey-green woollen hose and matching, Elfin tunic that identified to other Tylwyth Teg that he lived in the Great Tower. Each clan of the Tylwyth Teg had its own preferred colour and style of clothing. The Elfins used fibres from Old Man’s Beard dyed to the correct shade but the white linen style under-shirts made from cotton-grass seeds were common to all.
Finally, without quite knowing why, he picked up the now ordinary looking bluestone from the bed and, with a sigh of regret, put it back into his pouch, and attached it deftly to his belt. Once dressed, Nomis hunted under the bed for his woollen hooded-cowl and pussy-willow-felt boots that had migrated there somehow in his rather untidy room. He found one boot quite easily and was just hunting for the other one, amongst the fluff under his bed, when, with a loud crash, his door slammed into the wall. Nomis banged his head on the underside of his bed in shock as Master Hiral strode in once more.
“Are you not ready yet? … It might help enormously, if you tidied-up this mouse-nest of a room sometimes, you know!” Hiral shouted looking round with some rancour. Intuitively, Nomis suspected there was more going on inside his tutor’s mind than just simple impatience to be off so early on a herb gathering expedition. Master Hiral could be exceedingly bad tempered, but usually there was a good reason for his crabbiness and in all likelihood an explanation would be forthcoming eventually.
After grabbing his camouflaging ‘moth-wing’ cloak and a handful of dried honey Bara bars, Nomis followed his master into the passageway beyond his room. He wondered why his master hadn’t gone down to the eastern entrance as he had said he would. In the mood Hiral was in, Nomis knew better than to venture any questions.