Author's Note: I haven't written for an eternity it seems! Blame my hectic schedule, which drives me insane by the way. Yes, I now what you are thinking. Excuses, excuses. Well in that case I'd better get on with the story.
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Marien
The days are getting shorter every day. When I wake up in the morning the light just barely peeks out from under the clouds and everything is so magnificent, silvery and peaceful. There's a sharp bite in the wind now and I have to wear my overcoat when I stroll in around the garden and chat with the Thomas, the friendly gardener.
The garden is just starting to fade away since its already fall but there is still evidence of when it was shining in its full-bloom glory. I may walk along bushes of roses in every color, dazzling violets, and splendid daffodils as long as I like. I am forced to wear a ridiculous bonnet in order to keep my complexion "as fresh as a peach blossom", when all I want to do is toss the bonnet into the sky and dance around with the sun shining in my face. But of course I can't or my skin will be as red as an apple. Blah.
Though I love all types of flowers, my favorite flowers of them all are the snow-white lilies. In fact Papa has ordered Thomas to cut as many as he may gather for my birthday bash. Ah, yes, the birthday bash. The event I have been dreading for so long will soon overcome me. Mother is sending for a tailor for me today to get fitted for a new dress. Blimely, I'll have to miss my sword-fighting lessons then.
I overheard a kitchen maid gossiping about Lord Alfred's son coming to my birthday bash today while I was sneaking a tart after breakfast. Blaneor or Blane for short is quite a handsome boy yes, with his perfect glossy black hair and eyes the color of ice. In fact, he may be a block of ice himself. The boy radiates coldness and arrogance! I cannot stand him! I don't see why no one else agrees with me though. Girls all flock to his side and melt at his smile and lads all admire his fine swordsmanship and immense wealth. And I mean immense. I have heard he lived in a hall twice as great as ours. Perhaps that is why Papa is so anxious to marry me off to him. Bloodly mates, why am I the only one who can see through him! I hate it!
Just before noon, my tailor arrived carrying loads of baskets and bolts of cloth. He was a shrewd old man who resembled somewhat of a mouse with a nervous habit of darting his eyes around and making rapid motions with his hands. Mother said he is the best tailor to be found in our lands. The measurements took decades and I was forced to stand on a pedestal while the tailor worked all around me, nodding and murmuring underneath his breath. When the measurements were finally complete, I got to chose the cloth. He pulled out bolts and bolts of fantastic fabric in all sorts of colours. So much silk, wool, linen, muslin, and chiffon! I fingered through blood reds, royal purples, and soft pinks until I finally landed on pale green silk and silvery mint green chiffon. The tailor said the dress would be done the morning before my party, and with a final bow left us. Whew! What a day!
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The first rays of sunlight dropped off the leaves in rich golden puddles as the forest awakened. A shadow, quiet as night, slithered through the dense tangle of trees towards the stream where a jolly fellow sat washing his face and humming loudly. The shadow crept closer and closer. The humming continued. Suddenly, the shadow lunged forward and shoved the humming fellow into the icy cold water.
"Hey---!" John bellowed before he plunged head first into the stream.
A moment later John resurfaced, sputtering with indignation.
"What's the big idea! Robin, I told you, it was only funny when we were young, and now its just…"
"Even more funny?" Robin offered.
"No, absolutely not! My clothes are soaked and I'm freezing and I…" John stopped when he caught Robin's grin.
"Ahhhhh its alright Fox, no harm done this time. But don't think you can ever sneak up on me again."
"Sure thing, Bear," Robin replied using John's nickname. "But you might work on those listening skills, a dangerous thief might get you some day."
John and Robin both chuckled.
"So ready for the big night?" John asked.
"Sure, big party, rich people, and a lot of fun for us," Robin replied.
"Heard it was some rich girl's birthday party or something," John sneered.
"Well, won't she get a surprise!"
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Author's note:
Sorry guys, there is probably a ton of gramatical errors in this document since I'm writng at like midnight and my brain is fried. I sorta got in this writing binge and couldn't stop until I finished. Again, it's a short chapter which I hate... they'll get longer later. Well hope you like it. Comments are always appreciated.
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Marien
The days are getting shorter every day. When I wake up in the morning the light just barely peeks out from under the clouds and everything is so magnificent, silvery and peaceful. There's a sharp bite in the wind now and I have to wear my overcoat when I stroll in around the garden and chat with the Thomas, the friendly gardener.
The garden is just starting to fade away since its already fall but there is still evidence of when it was shining in its full-bloom glory. I may walk along bushes of roses in every color, dazzling violets, and splendid daffodils as long as I like. I am forced to wear a ridiculous bonnet in order to keep my complexion "as fresh as a peach blossom", when all I want to do is toss the bonnet into the sky and dance around with the sun shining in my face. But of course I can't or my skin will be as red as an apple. Blah.
Though I love all types of flowers, my favorite flowers of them all are the snow-white lilies. In fact Papa has ordered Thomas to cut as many as he may gather for my birthday bash. Ah, yes, the birthday bash. The event I have been dreading for so long will soon overcome me. Mother is sending for a tailor for me today to get fitted for a new dress. Blimely, I'll have to miss my sword-fighting lessons then.
I overheard a kitchen maid gossiping about Lord Alfred's son coming to my birthday bash today while I was sneaking a tart after breakfast. Blaneor or Blane for short is quite a handsome boy yes, with his perfect glossy black hair and eyes the color of ice. In fact, he may be a block of ice himself. The boy radiates coldness and arrogance! I cannot stand him! I don't see why no one else agrees with me though. Girls all flock to his side and melt at his smile and lads all admire his fine swordsmanship and immense wealth. And I mean immense. I have heard he lived in a hall twice as great as ours. Perhaps that is why Papa is so anxious to marry me off to him. Bloodly mates, why am I the only one who can see through him! I hate it!
Just before noon, my tailor arrived carrying loads of baskets and bolts of cloth. He was a shrewd old man who resembled somewhat of a mouse with a nervous habit of darting his eyes around and making rapid motions with his hands. Mother said he is the best tailor to be found in our lands. The measurements took decades and I was forced to stand on a pedestal while the tailor worked all around me, nodding and murmuring underneath his breath. When the measurements were finally complete, I got to chose the cloth. He pulled out bolts and bolts of fantastic fabric in all sorts of colours. So much silk, wool, linen, muslin, and chiffon! I fingered through blood reds, royal purples, and soft pinks until I finally landed on pale green silk and silvery mint green chiffon. The tailor said the dress would be done the morning before my party, and with a final bow left us. Whew! What a day!
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The first rays of sunlight dropped off the leaves in rich golden puddles as the forest awakened. A shadow, quiet as night, slithered through the dense tangle of trees towards the stream where a jolly fellow sat washing his face and humming loudly. The shadow crept closer and closer. The humming continued. Suddenly, the shadow lunged forward and shoved the humming fellow into the icy cold water.
"Hey---!" John bellowed before he plunged head first into the stream.
A moment later John resurfaced, sputtering with indignation.
"What's the big idea! Robin, I told you, it was only funny when we were young, and now its just…"
"Even more funny?" Robin offered.
"No, absolutely not! My clothes are soaked and I'm freezing and I…" John stopped when he caught Robin's grin.
"Ahhhhh its alright Fox, no harm done this time. But don't think you can ever sneak up on me again."
"Sure thing, Bear," Robin replied using John's nickname. "But you might work on those listening skills, a dangerous thief might get you some day."
John and Robin both chuckled.
"So ready for the big night?" John asked.
"Sure, big party, rich people, and a lot of fun for us," Robin replied.
"Heard it was some rich girl's birthday party or something," John sneered.
"Well, won't she get a surprise!"
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Author's note:
Sorry guys, there is probably a ton of gramatical errors in this document since I'm writng at like midnight and my brain is fried. I sorta got in this writing binge and couldn't stop until I finished. Again, it's a short chapter which I hate... they'll get longer later. Well hope you like it. Comments are always appreciated.