Cliff POV
Most people in this village don't seem to care about my existence. I can only sit and think peacefully, like I'd wanted to do all my life. I'd like to atone for a sin, so I come and think at the church most of the day. I pay for room and board at the local inn, with the travel money I have left.
I'm sorry, Mother. I should've stayed with you, I think to myself. The doors open and close. I can vaguely see people through the brown and blonde hairs that make up my bangs. Head is downcast, and so are my eyes...Sorry...sorry...I was such a reckless young boy, and when you begged me to stay I turned my head, and ran.
"Oh, hi." I hear a voice, feminine. Sis? I look up briefly into crystal blue eyes, they look curious. The person looks worn out-but still spirited. "You must be..."
"...." I can't respond.
"You must be Cliff. I'm Claire...its nice to meet you..." She smiled a little, and then left. I watched her go. Blinking, I realized it was almost 5:00. Carter stood there, watching the scene with keen interest.
"You need to get a job," He said.
"Why, would I, pray tell, want a job?" I arched a brow.
Carter just shrugged and smiled in a 'you-know-why' smile, and turned around to go do whatever he does after I leave...
So I gathered myself up, and left back for the inn. That nice inn girl would be there, giving me a comforting smile and yakking on and on about how much she loves to clean. And cook. I asked her a personal question once, about marriage. And she got all fired up saying she had never thought about it and it was not on her agenda.
Nevertheless as I came through the doors of the inn, father eyed me. Maybe that's why she hates marriage. Her father is so eager to see her grow up and get married. Poor Ann. She really does mean well. I stretch my arms above my head in a yawn as the regulars of the local bar (the inn) started filing in. An old man, a botanist, a poultry expert (about my age) and a girl with hair colors so similar to mine, I'd swear she was my cousin, or something. I don't know any of them very well, but this village is so routine, I couldn't help picking up a few things...I just went upstairs to the room I shared with an apprentice blacksmith about as lonesome as I, and went to sleep at about 9:00.
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Claire POV:
The dock swayed beneath my feet, as I sat there with a fishing rod I had gotten from Zack, counting the stars. 5:00 had gone and passed, so now it was my time. Time to enjoy the scenery. The kind that I never had looked at all day, such a whirl…gathering herbs…meeting villagers. It's a miracle I can still wake up in the morning. Sometimes I don't want to… I'd just like to sleep all day. But I know my life can never be complete unless I step out and make it happen…you know? I felt a slight tug on the line, and I had captured a branch. I set in next to a previously captured boot, and cast again into the shallow waters. My line isn't long enough to reach very far. I'll have to fix that someday.
It's about 9'o clock now, I moan in agony. I gather up my things and the trash I'd managed to gather and I left the beach into the town square. Or, Rose square. A plateau of rock shaped in circles, overlapping them. It was where most of the festivals were held…and I could understand why, it was a novelty. A beautiful perk of living in such a quiet village.
Most people in this village don't seem to care about my existence. I can only sit and think peacefully, like I'd wanted to do all my life. I'd like to atone for a sin, so I come and think at the church most of the day. I pay for room and board at the local inn, with the travel money I have left.
I'm sorry, Mother. I should've stayed with you, I think to myself. The doors open and close. I can vaguely see people through the brown and blonde hairs that make up my bangs. Head is downcast, and so are my eyes...Sorry...sorry...I was such a reckless young boy, and when you begged me to stay I turned my head, and ran.
"Oh, hi." I hear a voice, feminine. Sis? I look up briefly into crystal blue eyes, they look curious. The person looks worn out-but still spirited. "You must be..."
"...." I can't respond.
"You must be Cliff. I'm Claire...its nice to meet you..." She smiled a little, and then left. I watched her go. Blinking, I realized it was almost 5:00. Carter stood there, watching the scene with keen interest.
"You need to get a job," He said.
"Why, would I, pray tell, want a job?" I arched a brow.
Carter just shrugged and smiled in a 'you-know-why' smile, and turned around to go do whatever he does after I leave...
So I gathered myself up, and left back for the inn. That nice inn girl would be there, giving me a comforting smile and yakking on and on about how much she loves to clean. And cook. I asked her a personal question once, about marriage. And she got all fired up saying she had never thought about it and it was not on her agenda.
Nevertheless as I came through the doors of the inn, father eyed me. Maybe that's why she hates marriage. Her father is so eager to see her grow up and get married. Poor Ann. She really does mean well. I stretch my arms above my head in a yawn as the regulars of the local bar (the inn) started filing in. An old man, a botanist, a poultry expert (about my age) and a girl with hair colors so similar to mine, I'd swear she was my cousin, or something. I don't know any of them very well, but this village is so routine, I couldn't help picking up a few things...I just went upstairs to the room I shared with an apprentice blacksmith about as lonesome as I, and went to sleep at about 9:00.
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Claire POV:
The dock swayed beneath my feet, as I sat there with a fishing rod I had gotten from Zack, counting the stars. 5:00 had gone and passed, so now it was my time. Time to enjoy the scenery. The kind that I never had looked at all day, such a whirl…gathering herbs…meeting villagers. It's a miracle I can still wake up in the morning. Sometimes I don't want to… I'd just like to sleep all day. But I know my life can never be complete unless I step out and make it happen…you know? I felt a slight tug on the line, and I had captured a branch. I set in next to a previously captured boot, and cast again into the shallow waters. My line isn't long enough to reach very far. I'll have to fix that someday.
It's about 9'o clock now, I moan in agony. I gather up my things and the trash I'd managed to gather and I left the beach into the town square. Or, Rose square. A plateau of rock shaped in circles, overlapping them. It was where most of the festivals were held…and I could understand why, it was a novelty. A beautiful perk of living in such a quiet village.