Rosaire's prologue part 1 by Konzenkoryu, literature
Literature
Rosaire's prologue part 1
The man standing on the edge of town was, while not an old man, getting there. He looked up at the position of the sun and tapped his foot impatiently. He looked back in the direction of town. After a moment, he saw that there was a crowd running towards him. And running in front of themaway from themwas the one that the man was waiting for.
The running man was younger, about 21. The younger man spotted the one that had been waiting. Meister! he called. Meister sighed. What did you do this time? he asked as the 21 year old came to a stop in front of him. The younger mans face took on a wounded expr
It couldnt be an adult, unless it was a dwarf; a child then. Why would a child be burrowing in her compost? A farmers child might be looking for worms for fishing or some such, but why then wouldnt he or she simply use his or her own familys compost heap? Another peek revealed that the child was defiantly wearing rags, a feral child perhaps? A ridiculous notion when the city was less than twenty miles away.
Eleanor decided to find out. She guessed the child would run away if she approached and who knew if she would ever see the child again. This was far more
an introduction of sorts by rostheclaw, literature
Literature
an introduction of sorts
Lady Eleanor had been having a rather uneventful evening when she first met Henry. It was the end to an uneventful summer day. The night was coming on and the heat had slacked off only a little so far. She had to bring out the dinner garbage because Mansard her manservant was ill and her only other servant Mansards wife Eglantine was busy making the rest of dinner. Eglantine had told her she would take care of the trash and not to trouble herself, but the Lady had insisted. Eglantine had her hands full with her husband and dinner; Eleanor was not about to sit around when she was in perfectly good health des