Disclaimer: well it ~says~ disclaimer. I don't own Tortall or Summersea or
wherever else Tamora Pierce's books are set. Unless you live under a rock
and are starting this story at chapter 4, you know this already
A/N: Ok well I'm CANADIAN and it's thanksgiving this Monday. Anywho, I have 8 whole reviews since yesterday!!! Yaysies! (Sorry Aine Tassorosso if I took your word.) SO again: HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!! (Oh right, italics are in ~)
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Ermelian took a deep breath as she stepped into the room, expecting a grand and imposing hall with family portraits on the walls, something like her home. Instead the room was on the small side of medium, a low fire illuminated rosy walls while a delicious selection of squashy chairs randomly called out 'Sit on me!'. Lady Mila reclined on one of the chairs beside a small tea table.
Ermelian barely recognized the command to come and have some tea. Her brain was frozen. Lela was the only maid Ermelian had seen, Dobby the only other servant. Kennan must really be poor. A sigh filled the silence of the room. People only wanted her for her money. Not that Ermelian was unhappy to be out of her mother's clutches, oh no. It was such a big ~change~! No girls Ermelian had ever heard of had ever lived with their mother-in-law when the wedding date hadn't even been set!
~*~*~*~*~* Ok well my muse has completely deserted me. For this story at least. But I feel like I have to post. Canadian pride is at risk here!!! REVIEW!!!
A/N: Ok well I'm CANADIAN and it's thanksgiving this Monday. Anywho, I have 8 whole reviews since yesterday!!! Yaysies! (Sorry Aine Tassorosso if I took your word.) SO again: HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!! (Oh right, italics are in ~)
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Ermelian took a deep breath as she stepped into the room, expecting a grand and imposing hall with family portraits on the walls, something like her home. Instead the room was on the small side of medium, a low fire illuminated rosy walls while a delicious selection of squashy chairs randomly called out 'Sit on me!'. Lady Mila reclined on one of the chairs beside a small tea table.
Ermelian barely recognized the command to come and have some tea. Her brain was frozen. Lela was the only maid Ermelian had seen, Dobby the only other servant. Kennan must really be poor. A sigh filled the silence of the room. People only wanted her for her money. Not that Ermelian was unhappy to be out of her mother's clutches, oh no. It was such a big ~change~! No girls Ermelian had ever heard of had ever lived with their mother-in-law when the wedding date hadn't even been set!
~*~*~*~*~* Ok well my muse has completely deserted me. For this story at least. But I feel like I have to post. Canadian pride is at risk here!!! REVIEW!!!