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Seeking her Own Way (WIP)

Submitted by Addiel on October 14th, 2013
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((forgive me, pardon the rough edges - this is a work in progress))

 

A girl lays upon a field of bearded wheat – the long golden stalks swaying gently in a breeze laden with scents of smoked meats and cedar wood. Addiel cracked open an eye as her name was carried upon the wind along with the aromas of the bustling village below. Sitting upright, she stretches her arms up towards the sky releasing a groan of protest. Still in a daze, she looks up at her outstretched arms, peering through her splayed fingertips at the wisps of clouds above. 

A Letter to Miss Cymaru

Submitted by Bethlan on July 14th, 2011
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((This letter is in untidy scrawl, but is legible.))

Dear Miss Cymaru,

I'm writing to let you know that my big sister Bethlan won't be able to work for the next week. She passed out in the kitchen on her shift yesterday. A kind patron took her to a bed and had a healer check her out. Seems she has a fever. Hope it won't be too serious.. our dear mum passed from one.

I'm currently at Bethlan's house looking after her. Please give Barliman our thanks for his help. Hopefully you won't be too short of staff.

Kind regards,

Jedley Thorne (Bethlan's brother).

The Escape

Submitted by Eolair on April 28th, 2010
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It had been yet another hard day's work on the farm. Now it was the middle of the night and Eolair lay in bed beside his wife, Mariah, getting some well-earned rest. His two sons lay in a bed closeby, just one and three years old. They would make good farmers when they were older. Eolair turned over, disturbed by some sound, but did not awaken as it was not a sound he associated with his cattle and therefore couldn't be worth waking for.

The Dress.

Submitted by Joy on March 18th, 2010
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It was closely coming round to that time of year. The heat of the sun finally piercing the frost of the morning and encouraging flowers to blossom and leaves to grow. The home had remained almost the same, except for the traces of Drandr dotted hither and thither. He had left that morning to run a few errands, and with the thud of the door closing; the house cast within itself a shadow and a feeling of cold. Emptiness.

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