100 Scenes (My first five)
5) Seeking Solace
Wonderer heard the sobbing before she knocked on the door. Oh, her poor daughter. The smurfette's heart ached.
She knocked. "Sorceress?"
There was a scuffling sound, then footsteps heading towards the door. The redheaded smurfette opened the door, the area around her eyes tinged violet from crying. She was only barely an adult and it struck Wonderer that such a young smurf shouldn't know such heartbreak.
"Oh Mama!" The young smurfette cried, throwing herself into a hug with her mother. "Imps are horrible, horrible creatures! The unsmurfiest! Why did he?" She trailed off into more sobs.
"Oh child." Wonderer hugged her daughter, trying to calm down the mage apprentice.
The source of the problem was Patoh. An Imp that was a fellow apprentice with Sorceress working under Olawein the Elf's tutelage. The pair had seemed inseparable, the imp had sworn they'd be married someday. But something had ultimately changed the male fey. He'd grown distant and now he'd declared his apprenticeship over, leaving on a journey to 'discover his true destiny'.
And ultimately breaking Sorceress's heart.
The magic using smurfette finally finished her cry, pulling back. The older female knew she wasn't done crying yet, that would likely take time.
"I'm so sorry, Sorceress." The pink clad female started. "I know you're smurfing right now. But it will smurf better with time." It worried her. Had the young female given her heart to the imp truly? If she had... There would be a hole in her heart that would never be filled. It was why she'd cautioned her daughter in the first place.
Cookie knocked on the doorframe then and the other two females turned to look. The plump smurfette held up a tray of fresh baked cookies, the very recipe that gave her her name. "I smurfed that it might be some time for some comfort food."
The trio sat and ate, talking about nicer things. The topic shifted to Wonderer's planned trip to search for her husband and son.
"They are likely still smurfing on the continent, unless the bug has smurfed Adventurer to head off again." She told her daughters. "But they would have smurfed us here if they'd headed off in search for us." After all, she hadn't moved around in a little over a century. The short trips here and there nearby had long lost their appeal. She had to follow her heart, which meant living up to her name.
"Maybe somesmurf should stay here, in case they do come looking." Sorceress said, picking at a loose thread on her bedspread. What if he came back and she wasn't there?
"If you smurf here, I'll stay with you." Cookie offered, looking apologetically at her mother. Truth be told, the plump female wasn't keen on going on adventures.
"I undersmurf. Not all smurfs like to travel." The older female sighed. It wouldn't be the first time she adventured on her own. But she could see it, her daughter was seeking solace where she could. If staying here soothed Sorceress's heart, who was she to try and change that?
A month later, the oldest of the trio hugged her daughters and promised she wouldn't be gone more than a decade. Both cook and mage bid their mother safe travels.
Sorceress's hand sought out her twin's, the two giving each other silent comfort.
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92) All that I have
Sorceress looked in awe at the little smurfling squirming in the basket. It was the third delivery in a year and a half. Where were these babies coming from? The stork had already flown off, the same stork that had delivered the other two. Gently, she picked the child up and carried the smurfling inside.
"My stars! Another one, Sorceress?" Cookie asked from where she was changing the eldest. It was almost time for Careful's first word ceremony. On the floor, Violet dragged her favorite rolling pin as she crawled toward the cauldron... again.
"If we can catch that stork, maybe we can smurf it to take us to where these little ones are coming from." Sorceress Smurfette, who'd recently adopted the name Mama, speculated as she turned Violet around with her foot. Her cauldron really didn't need another dent.
That fall, near the equinox, they received another child. Cookie chased after the stork, but the bird didn't respond.
"Baby!" Careful shouted gleefully, disturbing Hummer from her nap. The six month old took a deep breath and let her annoyance be known with a loud cry.
"Too loud!" Careful covered her ears, moving her glasses askew.
In response, the new child started to cry as well, up until Mama stuck a pacifier in Hummer's mouth. The little smurfette began her usual humming and drifted off to sleep. She shushed the newest little one, warming a bottle of milk for the child.
Where was Violet? The adult looked around for the rough and tumble smurfling. It was almost time for her first word ceremony. The redhead finally spotted the child, asleep with her tail stuck in the air and using her stuffed rabbit as a pillow. She could sleep through cannonfire, that one.
The parade of children didn't stop. The twins never knew when another baby would arrive, but they got about two a year. It pushed the two smurfettes to their limit. It was one night, when they'd received their forty sixth smurfling that they managed to give the elusive stork a note to take to whoever was sending the children.
Cookie sat down, rocking their newest child. She peeked in the diaper. "I'm glad we smurfed something about them being all girls in that letter. We've got another Smurfette."
Mama sighed. "What are they smurfing? There has to be a reason we're being smurfed with nothing but little smurfettes. It doesn't smurf any sense though."
Cookie shifted a bit in the rocking chair. "Would it have something to smurf with our land becoming cursed like mother smurfed us?"
"It's possible there's a connection, but I have no smurf of what that connection might be." The mage rubbed her forehead. She stared at the little smurfling, sound asleep.
"We should smurf back to bed. This one will be up and smurfing for food sooner than we think." The cook stood carefully and checked the secondary bassinet. There was one already occupied by a smurfling they'd taken to calling Butterfly for her smurfling name. They were quickly running out of smurfling names and having to come up with different terms. Perhaps colors next... Or flowers.
"Careful says she already smurfs what she wants her adult name to be." Mama commented as she rose from the chair she was sitting in. "I guessed Helpful, but she smurfed that it was something she wanted to do, not something she was."
"Perceptive. I smurf you, she's so bright. She could smurf anything and be good at it."
When the stork returned again, this time in winter. In addition to a baby in the basket, there was also a letter.
To Sorceress and Cookie,
We are unsure if we are allowed to divulge any details about smurfling delivery. The matter will have to await perusal by management. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.
Cookie breathed out heavily through her nose. "Well that's a fine unsmurfy mess." She watched Careful and Violet lead the little ones old enough to walk in a game.
Mama rocked the newest baby. They had 47 female smurflings of stair-stepped ages. So many that Mama had struggled creating potions in exchange for a few of the local Goblins making some larger buildings. Cookie loved the kitchen and dining hall, but both were thankful for the bunkhouse. Now all but the very youngest of the smurflings could sleep in another building. She was glad the fourth oldest was so interested in fixing things. Patch was her current smurfling name, though like Careful, the little redhead had announced she knew what she wanted her adult name to be.
"We'll have to keep smurfing them, they can't put off our questions forever." The elder said as she looked down at the little child. "All we can smurf is to keep taking care of these little ones."
Through the next 27 years, she and her sister managed to send off over two dozen more letters. The answer was always the same. Apparently whomever or whatever managed baby smurf deliveries had taken a very extended vacation. Both the stork and the letter writer refused to allow them to see where it was the smurflings came from. It became easier on Mama and Cookie as the first of the smurflings aged enough to help more. It was all the two could do though, to give all they had.
The first year without a stork visit had the whole village wondering. Were any more babies coming? It seemed less likely the next year. By the tenth year, the oldest of the smurflings had given up watching the skies for a stork.
As the years marched on, even the elder twins forgot to watch the skies.
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22) Mother Nature
"Alright my little smurfs, settle down. Settle down." The group of children ranged in ages from 5 to 58, who were sitting together. Little Happy squirmed excitedly on Careful's lap, smiling wide.
"Tulip, are you smurfing your sister again? Come over here and smurf, Pansy." Mama looked around at the other smurflings as the black haired child moved away from her older sister.
"Now. Tonight's smurftime story is one a few of you smurf well. It was smurfed to me by my mother." There was a ripple of excitement among the gathered smurflings that quickly died down. It was probably because the story was also about her parents and smurfs in general.
(Translated to Human english)
Once upon a time, smurfs lived in a magical land, much like the kingdoms of the faeries have their own lands. It was a beautiful place with beautiful circular buildings, spiraling towers, and sprawling gardens. The brave and adventurous few would leave the land, to travel into the human world and see the other races of fey, the strange humans, or the monsters of the realm.
Mysteriously, a great cataclysm befell Smurfland, turning the once happy home of our people into what my parents call the Cursed Land. The only surviving smurfs that Wonderer and Adventurer knew were each other, having met shortly before they discovered the ruined entrance to the land of their birth.
They traveled, trying to find out what had happened to their homeland. The local fey had no idea, even the more dangerous sort. The humans nearby knew nothing of smurfs, though they started to note in their history books that our kind were extinct. Wonderer was saved many times by Adventurer and she returned the favor just as much. Along the way, they fell in love.
Mama had to pause then, for the older and more romantically bent smurfettes let out a chorus of girlish 'Aww's.
They happened upon a spirit who resided near a river. The ghost was helpful, though feared by the humans that lived nearby. My parents became friends with Reese, the spirit, and stayed with him for a while, around a century. He even officiated their lifemate ceremony. Reese discovered from other spirits that there was one kind of being that may be able to help the smurfs, or at least may know of how their homeland was destroyed.
He told the two smurfs what he knew of the Immortals. Humans call them many things, like gods, angels, demons, or wrongly call them fey or spirits. Immortals are the living forces of the world. The strong winds, the rain, the waves on the ocean, the forest, the moon, nature, time, or even the earth itself. They cannot die, only change with time. If any creature knew what happened to the smurfs, it would be one of them.
Both smurfs followed their hearts, which always led them to traveling and adventure. They bid farewell to their ghost friend, setting out once again on their journey. This time, they sought out information about immortals. By chance, one day they stumbled upon the force of nature, a powerful immortal.
She was dressed as a matronly human, her dress pink and hair pulled back into a bun. She was as surprised to meet two smurfs as they were to meet her! She called herself Mother Nature, but sadly she knew nothing of what happened to the smurf's homeland. She had recently changed and with that change her previous memories were gone. She agreed to help look for other immortals, but her duties allowed her very little free time.
During their first meeting, Mother Nature congratulated Wonderer, telling her she was with child. The couple settled there, getting ready to raise their firstborn smurfling. They met many creatures, some more unique than others, then the day came when their son was born. In smurf tradition, they gave him a smurfling name, Sonny. They lived in peace and when their boy was nearing fifty, my mother found out she was with child again.
Soon after, a strange bird made of shadow appeared. It snatched up Wonderer and flew away. Adventurer gave chase, but the bird creature was far too swift. It eventually flew out to sea, and there it seemed to dissolve and she fell into the ocean.. After days of floating adrift on a clump of seaweed, she happened upon a human ship and managed to climb aboard. The ship landed at a port far away from the home she'd made with her husband and son. The dehydration and stress of the ordeal caused her to become very ill. Luck was still with her, as the Brownies of the shipyard found her and took her to a healer Pixie named Harlan.
She recovered slowly, but by the time she was well enough to travel, Wonderer was too far along to do so alone. She made the decision to stay until she'd had her second child. To her surprise and Harlan's, she had twin girls. My mother always meant to make the journey back, but little things would stop her. An illness, bad weather, an emergency. She always spoke of wanting to go and find Adventurer and Sonny, but it wasn't until Auntie and I were adults that she finally found luck for her journey on her side.
"Mama..." A very pretty little blonde smurfling began. "What smurfened to Wonderer?"
The adult smurfette smiled, hiding her worry. "That will be her tale to smurf when she returns to us, Marigold. She was supposed to smurf on her journey only for a few decades at most. I'm sure that whatever has smurfened to her to keep her away for this long, it must be quite an adventure."
Then came the usual flood of questions from smurflings either curious or trying to stay up just a little longer.
"Have you ever smurfed an Immortal?" That was Lilly, blond and short haired. She bounced where she sat.
"Were we born too?" Rose asked, fussing with her bushy ponytail of red hair.
"No we smurfed by stork, silly." Marigold answered with a superior air.
"That doesn't mean we weren't smurfed by other smurfs!" Pansy shouted from her place near Mama.
"What other creatures did Wonderer and Adventurer smurf?" Buggy asked, her twin hiding a bit behind her.
"Were they scary?" Thorn asked excitedly. "Did they have big teeth and smurf 'RAAWRR'!" She made a face and lunged at the twins.
"EEE! Don't smurf that, Thorn!" Blossom squealed from behind her sister.
Mama answered as best she could, before she finally judged that it was far too late to continue. She held up her hands, letting the crowd slowly quiet down.
"Now, my little smurfs, it's time for all good little smurflings to smurf to bed." She eyed one child in particular. "That smurfs you too, Tulip." The troublemaker huffed and crossed her arms. Slowly the children got into bed, prompting a lengthy tuck-in session from their adopted mother.
Finally the group settled down, blowing out candles. The enchanted stars glowed faintly on the ceiling as the elder left the bunkhouse. Leaning against the door, she looked up at the purple sky, stars just starting to twinkle.
"Mama, where are you?" She asked. She didn't expect an answer.
Somewhere in her heart though, she knew her mother was still alive.
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86) Seeing Red
Violet was one of the oldest smurfettes delivered by stork. In fact, only Savvy was older. She was the oldest of the stork delivered females to still go by her smurfling name.
Red mixed with blue made her eyes appear purple which was why she'd been called Violet for her smurfling name. It worked well to describe her... the problem was she just wasn't sure if it was what she wanted as an adult name. To compound that issue, she wasn't even sure what her calling was.
She liked to help out and didn't mind doing the heavier jobs, like helping Trinket with metalwork. But none of the various jobs she helped with called to her.
Violet was currently helping Carver and Engineer work on another house. Dreary had chosen her name and wanted to move out of the smurfling bunk house. The conflicted brunette lifted some boards up to Carver, still musing over her predicament.
"Woah, Vi, smurf's up!" Came the carpenter's call and the smurfette on the ground barely avoided the falling board.
"You ok?" Engie asked, peering over the edge of the roof.
"Yeah." The purple eyed smurfette assured loudly.
"We're almost done, just a few more and then we can smurf it up with the enchanted stucco." Carver called down.
"Let's smurf this and head to lunch, I'm getting hungry." Violet called back, holding up another board. The work went quickly and the second oldest smurfette started pondering again.
So many possibilities stared her in the face as she headed to lunch. Her sisters, Engineer and Carver, chatting loudly ahead of her. Engie was a builder, through and through. Practical and down to earth, she fixed their homes and was an integral part of every building project in the village.
Carver was a carpenter, but preferred the artistic side of her craft. Most woodwork that the smurfette did was decorated in some way if eyes were to view it. Even the support beams of a house had patterns or reliefs that appealed to the inhabitant or represented them in some way.
Violet sat down and looked at the food. One thing she definitely couldn't do was cook. She smiled. While Chef ruled the kitchen, it was in the strong smurfette's opinion that Edibelle had a much more clever name.
Violet chewed mechanically. She was strong. The strongest in the village. But amongst a sea of smurfettes who worked together and thought of ways around lifting, it didn't amount to much. The purple eyed smurfette sighed.
"Violet… what's smurfing you?" She looked at her older sister, noticing her for the first time. Savvy looked concerned.
"I want a new name… but I'm at my smurf's end as to what I want exactly." She grumbled.
"Hm…" The bookworm took her glasses off, cleaning them as she thought. "What about Helpful? You're always willing to smurf a hand."
"I've considered it," The smurfette shook her head. "But I just don't feel like it smurfs who I am."
"Well, it's not like you have to choose right now." The eldest patted her sibling's shoulder. "Give it time, it'll smurf to you."
After lunch the purple eyed female decided to visit Spinner and Seamstress. She loved the friendly atmosphere the pair had. Violet was also one of the few who didn't mind Spinner's pet, Legs, the large orb weaver spider.
A small bell chimed as she entered the shop area. Immediately she was aware of the tension in the room. Brought about, no doubt by the presence of Fancy and Cashmere. The four females were the source of clothes for the village and for whatever reason Fancy had decided that her work was the best. The blond smurfette had divided the clothiers into two groups since Cashmere sided with her.
Fancy spared the strong smurfette a glance. "Oh, did you smurf for the brute? Trying to intimidate me?"
"And just how would we have smurfed that?" Spinner snapped. Her annoyed expression changed to a happy one as she looked at the older smurfette. "Shalom Violet, so nice to smurf you today."
The blond fashionista turned her attention to the purple eyed female. "Oh yes, so nice to see you, smurfling."
Violet tilted her head. "What? I'm older than you, Fancy."
"Oh dear, let me smurf it slowly so you understand. You've never bothered to smurf on an adult name." She smiled, walking around her older sister. "Is it because you don't want to grow up?" She tapped her chin as she completed the circuit. "Or maybe it's because Brute would be rather unsmurfy."
The conflicted smurfette couldn't help but flinch. That was a mistake. The blond smiled like a cat who'd cornered a mouse.
"I'll smurf it out when it comes. There's no rush." The strong smurfette found herself echoing Savvy's words from not an hour earlier.
"Oh, but now that I know I can help, it's the smurfy thing to do." Not even Fancy could override the magic of the word smurf and it came out meaning 'catty'. She didn't seem to mind. "I'll just smurf on my way, ta!" The blond hooked her arm around Cashmere and pulled the leatherworker out with her.
"Don't worry about her, bubbie." Spinner crossed the room to put a hand on her older sister's back. "She'll smurf what she sows. Eventually somesmurf will stop her unsmurfy ways, then maybe she'll learn."
"She's got a gift though." Seamstress pointed at the door with a needle. "I just don't understand why she smurfs it to tear a smurf down instead of building them up. Such a pity."
Violet took a breath and let it out. "On a smurfier note, I've come to see if I could help."
"Always, mate." Seamstress said cheerfully. "You're the smurfiest metalworker in the village next to Trinket." The brown haired smurfette gasped and leaned forward. "Would Smithy interest you as a name?"
The purple eyed female chuckled. "No, it's more of a hobby. I just haven't smurfed something that truly means me."
"You should talk to Bardess." Spinner suggested. "If anysmurf can throw words about, it's her. That's how Dreary chose her name."
"I'll try to smurf to her tomorrow." Violet hedged. She was thankful when the two clothing makers let her be. What if Bardess couldn't inspire her? What if she chose the wrong name? … What if she never figured out a name?
She found she wasn't hungry when dinner time came and turned in early instead. She looked around her house. A hammer for a forge lay on a modest table. Nearby were a few barbells. Beside those were some rocks she'd arranged on a bookshelf. Most were gifts from Excavette. The books underneath were from Savvy. A punching bag. Her armoire, bed, and nightstand.
The strong female crossed the room and flopped into the bed. Forcing her eyes closed, the tried to force her name to come to mind. What does my heart say?
She was powerful. She was strong. She was brave. She was friendly. She was helpful.
None of that gave her a name. The thoughts gave way to memories. The memories led to dreams as sleep caught her unawares.
Violet awoke to her stomach rumbling. Skipping dinner had been a bad idea. She made immediate plans as she performed her morning ablutions. Eat breakfast and then a run. Then see who needed help that day.
She stretched with the ease of long practice, then headed out the door.
"Morning Brutette! So lovely that you've smurfed your name." Genteel waved as she strolled primly towards the mess hall.
"W-what?" The strong smurfette started. "I haven't smurfed a name!" She protested.
The dainty female stopped, her parasol swinging a bit as she turned. "Oh my! I'm terribly sorry. Piper seemed so smurftain when she told me. The gossip chain has smurfed amok once again, it seems."
"It's fine. Just. Smurf the word to others when you smurf anything. I'm still Violet." The fit female sighed. Instead of heading directly to food like her stomach demanded, the purple eyed smurfette trotted towards Savvy's. Just what in smurf's name was going on?
"Ay! Prowess. Dandy name, lass! Congrats!" Balky clapped a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm still Violet. Who did you smurf that from?" Violet frowned.
The scottish smurfette grunted. "Well, twas Tumblette what smurfed me. Somethin goin on, Vi?"
The strong female shook her head. "I'm not sure, but I intend to smurf out."
The walk to Savvy's was enlightening. She was called Helpful, Intrepid, Strongette, Lifter, and Brutette again. She had to stop each time and set the record straight.
"Prowess!"
"Helpful!"
Both Risky and Speedy called out at the same time. The two females looked at each other, confused.
The strong smurfette's mortification was quickly giving way to anger. "I'm. Still. Violet!" She growled.
Risky put her hands up in defense. "Hey, don't smurf the me. I smurfed it from Tumblette."
"Happy told me ya were Helpful." The messenger shrugged. "Little ankle-biter seemed so sure of herself."
Violet rubbed her forehead. "I'm smurfing to the mess hall to smurf this out once and for all."
There were shouts of different names followed by confusion. The smell of food hit the fit female and her stomach protested. She didn't hesitate when she got indoors, hopping up onto the nearest empty chair.
"Somesmurf has been telling everyone I've smurfed my name. I haven't. But this is a very unsmurfy trick to spread around lies!" Her fists were clenched at her sides as she made her announcement.
"I was smurfed that you'd changed your name by Cashmere." Tumblette supplied.
"It was Fancy that smurfed me ju were called Prowess." Spooky flicked her fan in the blond's direction.
"Oh! Oh! Cashmere told me you'd smurfed your name to Helpful!" Happy jumped up and down, waving her arms.
Violet glared at the fashionista. "This was your idea?!"
The blond had enough sense to be worried as the purple eyed female got down from the chair and advanced towards her. "Now, don't act unsmurfy. With all these names smurfing around you can try them on like the newest dress. You should be thanking me."
You should be thanking me. Indignation blossomed from that sentence. The fit smurfette stopped three paces away. The audacity!
You should be thanking me. Violet saw red. She took two quick strides and launched her fist at Fancy's face. The blond already had her hands up, but that only served to sandwich her hand between her eye and the strong female's fist.
A second punch followed the first, clocking the clothes maker across her jaw. The blonde fell, out cold.
The enraged smurfette didn't notice and wouldn't have cared. She followed her down, hitting her head and chest until she was tackled from the side. The purple eyed smurfette thrashed for a moment, almost bucking her sister off. A second pair of hands took her shoulders and pressed her to the floor.
"Tha's enough, lass. I think Fancy will nae be smurfin off fer a while now." Balky was above her, holding her shoulders to the floor.
Violet looked down at the one who tackled her. Risky smiled back up at her, a tooth missing from her mouth and blood trickling from her lip. She gasped, guilt overtaking any anger she had left.
The rough smurfette rolled her eyes. "Don't smurf at me like that. It's nothin Healer can't smurf up." She whistled as she said the word smurf. She tried it again. "Heh, that's pretty smurfy."
The fit female dropped her head back to the floor and groaned. "Risky." Then. "I'm smurfy now. Can I please get up?"
At some point Fancy had been carted off to Healer's. The susurration of the mess hall escalated into a clamor. The strong smurfette didn't want to hear the snippets and strode quickly to the door. Why did I do that? She'd put up with Fancy's antics before. Almost every one of them had.
Behind her the sound of the door opening and closing made her want to break into a run. She stood. Whoever was there, she'd have to face it.
"Mind telling me what happened in there?" Cookie put a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm not sure mysmurf." The fit female admitted. "I just … I've been smurfing for weeks about my name and then she needles and needles." Her fists clenched. "I snapped and couldn't smurf myself."
"Mm-hm." The older female nodded. "If she was smurfing you that upset, child, then you should've smurfed to me or Mama. Attacking one of your sisters isn't the smurfy way. You know this, Violet."
"I know." The younger smurfette muttered despondently. "There's no excuse to smurf."
"Good. Now, I think you'll be smurfing me with the dishes for hm… about six weeks. Smurfness knows Edi and Chef could use the break. Now go eat, child." Auntie waved her hand in the direction of the mess hall. She watched her second oldest daughter walk stiffly back from where she'd came. The elder turned and headed out to check up on the fashionista and tell her twin of Violet's punishment.
The purple eyed female was surprised when she entered the double doors. The volume of chatter went from a waterfall's roar to completely quiet. Maybe Brutette should be my name. The thought came along with the rush of mortification from feeling all eyes upon her.
"Three cheers for Violet!" Butterfly stood, holding a sarsaparilla leaf like a flag.
"Smurf, smurf, hooray!" Both Spinner and Seamstress responded, Happy joined in by the end.
Almost all of the assembled smurfettes joined in for the second and third cheer. The fit smurfette shook her head as the noise died down. "You shouldn't be cheering, really. What I did was unsmurfy."
Savvy cleared her throat. "Technically, yes. But Fancy has been getting ...bolder."
"Meaner's more like." Balky cut in.
The oldest of the stork-brought glared at her younger sister and pushed up her glasses. "And Mama's punishments haven't been stopping her like they used to. Maybe this will curb her unsmurfiness for a while, if she sees we're willing to defend ourselves."
Violet ate her breakfast to pats on the shoulder and offers of treats from her tablemates. Perhaps washing dishes would be worth it. Even though she abhorred washing dishes.
At dinner Bardess had wheeled in her harp, finishing her food quickly and settling on the small raised platform in the corner where she usually played. She strummed and sang.
Oh the village beset by a serpent vile
With golden scales and foulest guile
Who doth rescue us from our plight?
But a dashing raven haired knight!
With fork-ed tongue the serpent assailed
Thinking her opponent quailed
But the righteous knight in anger struck
The golden snake who ran amok!
And with serpent felled we all are free
Thanks to our knight so brave and mighty!
Violet was dumbstruck. Around her the crowd cheered and clapped. They knew what the song was about. The singer had made a song. About her! The fit female put her spoon down. That last verse…
The purple eyed smurfette stood so quickly her chair hit the floor. Those around her looked at her in confusion. "Bardess!" She made sure she had the singer's attention. "Can you sing that last verse again?"
A few chuckles erupted from the crowd. They probably thought she just wanted to hear the punchline again. The bard strummed up a few chords and got back into the song.
And with serpent felled we all are free
Thanks to our knight so brave and mighty!
Violet started laughing. It was perfect. It was her.
Spooky clicked her tongue. "Are ju smurfy, Violet?"
"No." That got the attention of most of them and the fit female elaborated. "I'm not Violet anymore. Mighty. I'm Mighty Smurfette!"
The mess hall erupted into cheers.
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