Post by Daphne Marston on Mar 22, 2021 6:32:31 GMT -5
It was the birds that woke her. Not the gentle warbling of the larks, fresh back from their migration to warmer climates for the winter- but rather, the incessant crowing of the cockerels. Oh no. They were hungry, and she was late with their morning feeds. Oh no, oh no, oh nooo. Groaning lightly, the Marston girl didn’t hop out of bed- ready and fresh for the new day- but rather rolled: landing on the floorboards still wrapped in her sheets. It had been a few hectic days, preparing the fields for the first sowing, coaxing the horse through the fields as they struggled to plow ground that was still semi-frozen in some places. Now her body was paying the price: Daphne woke with muscles stiff and tense from the previous day’s toils. Her dreams tormented with visions of a never ending to-do list, keeping her tossing and turning throughout the night. Her siblings had so much going on- not that she could blame Atlas- so Daphne was picking up the slack where and when she could. It was leaving her exhausted.
Slowly, Daphne got herself ready for the day- pulling a brush through the long blonde hair she loved so dearly before tying it back with a length of pale green ribbon. The girl had half dressed before she realised what day it was- that she didn’t have to work today. The animals would still need their feed, of course, but for the most part Daphne was free to go down to the fair and enjoy herself.
It still took two hours to complete her chores, but as soon as she was done: Daphne shook the straw from her hair and practically bolted to the fairground. It was only once a year, and the young girl didn’t want to miss anything. There was so much to see, so much to do, but Daphne only had few coins to spend: the result of saving where she could over the past few months… so she had to choose carefully.
The first choice was a no-brainer: a honey cake. Still warm and dripping with the sweet syrupy nectar. After a morning of hard work, the young girl practically demolished it- licking the sticky honey from her fingers as she wandered the fair, looking for what else to spend her meagre savings on. The fortune teller was next, Daphne would never admit it aloud, but she did believe… and she was curious to know what the future had in store for her… would she ever get off the farm? Meet her true love? Would ‘Tavia ever calm down and be sensible? Would Atlas come back to them? Would his nightmares ever end? So many questions, but the young blonde just focused on on: Will we all be happy?[/b]
”Um, hi.” She mumbled, evidently nervous as she seated herself at the table. ”Is this enough? It’s all I have left.” Holding out the last of her copper coins, wide blue eyes tried to make out the face beneath the veil.
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Slowly, Daphne got herself ready for the day- pulling a brush through the long blonde hair she loved so dearly before tying it back with a length of pale green ribbon. The girl had half dressed before she realised what day it was- that she didn’t have to work today. The animals would still need their feed, of course, but for the most part Daphne was free to go down to the fair and enjoy herself.
It still took two hours to complete her chores, but as soon as she was done: Daphne shook the straw from her hair and practically bolted to the fairground. It was only once a year, and the young girl didn’t want to miss anything. There was so much to see, so much to do, but Daphne only had few coins to spend: the result of saving where she could over the past few months… so she had to choose carefully.
The first choice was a no-brainer: a honey cake. Still warm and dripping with the sweet syrupy nectar. After a morning of hard work, the young girl practically demolished it- licking the sticky honey from her fingers as she wandered the fair, looking for what else to spend her meagre savings on. The fortune teller was next, Daphne would never admit it aloud, but she did believe… and she was curious to know what the future had in store for her… would she ever get off the farm? Meet her true love? Would ‘Tavia ever calm down and be sensible? Would Atlas come back to them? Would his nightmares ever end? So many questions, but the young blonde just focused on on: Will we all be happy?[/b]
”Um, hi.” She mumbled, evidently nervous as she seated herself at the table. ”Is this enough? It’s all I have left.” Holding out the last of her copper coins, wide blue eyes tried to make out the face beneath the veil.
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