The Journeyman's Wife
by
dragondolphin1990
Chapter 3 – Disagreeable
A/N – This is practically only half a chapter, but I felt I needed to post something. My computer didn't have a hard drive. And then I got writer's block. I would really love some ideas if anybody has one. I'd like another chapter or two before Elgion and Sella actually get married. (in case you forgot over the past have year, they're only engaged)
Elgion was right; Mr. Arnor has terrible social skills. Normally, I would grant a master the full respect they deserve, but Mr. Arnor is just such a horrid man. As such, I refuse to call him Master Arnor. If anyone would tell me his first name, I would call him by that.
Master Morhsal, on the other hand, I find quite agreeable. He doesn't think I belong at Harper Hall, I don't think I belong at Harper Hall. We leave each other alone, and that is that.
I spent a few days sitting in the corner in Mr. Arnor's rooms, watching Elgion writing or doing some task I didn't quite understand. He said that it would take to long to explain it to me, and he wouldn't waste time explaining since I have no interest in becoming an archivist for the Hall. I definitely have no interest in it, so I didn't press him to explain.
Eventually, though, I grew weary of watching Elgion do whatever it is that he does. So, I began taking long walks around the Hall. I noticed a cottage that seemed to be within the borders of the Hall. After a few days, my curiosity got the better of me and I decided to investigate it.
I knocked twice on the metal door. After a few seconds, it was opened by a woman who wasn't in the best of shape, if her slightly pudgy form was anything to go by, "Who are you?"
"I am Sella, daughter of Ya-"
She cut me off, "Yes, yes, whatever you say. Are you new here?"
"No, I've been staying at the Hall for a few weeks now."
"And what are you doing here?"
"I was curious as to what this building is."
"This is where the girls stay. Now, if have no more business here, then-"
Since she interrupted me earlier, I deemed it alright to interrupt her, "Girls? Then why doesn't Menolly live here?"
It seemed that Menolly's name was taboo around here, seeing as the older woman's face grew red and her eyes narrowed, "That Menolly thinks she's special, what with her lizards and all. She thought she was too good for us. She doesn't-"
The woman looked like she was going to ramble on for a good while longer, but she was cut off by a girl's voice screeching, "Dunca! Dunca!"
The woman- Dunca- gave me one last look, "I must be going now," and slammed the metal door in my face.
I stood there, staring at the cottage for a few minutes before I slowly turned away and walked back toward the Hall. Perhaps I would not have loitered for so long, but all of the windows were shut tight and the cottage's inhabitants could not have seen me.
I suppose Mr. Arnor is not the most disagreeable inhabitant of the Harper Hall.