This is the shortest chapter of anything. Ever. In the history of the world. And I'm really disappointed in myself for this being so small. But I'm terrible... ANd I just need to get over my Writers Block and write something. So here is her dailey routine... I promise the next chapter will be as long as the first three and will be coming out within the week!~ I'm sooo sorry!
~EmiStone
Lia's P.O.V.
"Lia, get your butt down here! The cow's wanting milking and it is your turn!" Fanche screamed up the stairs.
"How is it my turn every day?" I groaned, rolling over as I heard Toko groan.
"I think she's making up for lost time. Practice after milking!" Toko said, rolling over as well. I groaned and climbed out of my bed. I put on my tunic, that looked like a small traditional kimono, but only came up to my thighs, and my breeches. Over that I put a skirt and an apron and headed downstairs.
"Finally! Bessie's full today." Fanche said, pushing the bucket into my arms, before turning back to her cooking.
"Yeah, Yeah." I said, heading out the door. I went into Bessie's stall and expertly milked her, getting every last drop. I petted her briefly on my way out, then set the milk in the kitchen and went out into the forest to a small clearing where Toko and I practiced every day. I took off my skirt and apron, folding them up neatly, and started to stretch. When I was done Toko finally came out, blinking sleep out of her eyes.
"Today we are going to be working on... what do we have left?" Toko asked, still tired, we would generally spend months on a specific weapon, with added training on using them together, and with hand-to-hand.
"I don't know." I replied, looking at her curiously.
"Oh, that's right! You now know the basics. I get to teach you the advanced stuff..." She trailed off menacingly. Oh, Goddess...
Five candle-marks later, I was sore all over and heading back to the farmhouse, who knew there were so many ways to fight with a stick, Oh, Mithros, this was going to take a long time. I saw Fanche running out to meet me.
"Did you forget it was plowing season?" She said angrily, pointing me towards the fields.
"How could I, mom?" I replied sarcastically. She smiled at me, I had started calling her mom about a month ago, and she was so shocked that she started crying. "The Howler Monkeys want to come too." She replied, smiling maliciously as she handed both Liza and Maura to me. I groaned as I headed to the field and set them both on my ox.
"Now you both listen here. You will stay on the ox. Or you will pay the consequences." I said, before setting off on my four candle-mark shift. I stopped for lunch and then headed out, waving to the villagers I knew. I headed off for classes, which went on for three marks, and then we taught the villagers archery for another two. I then had dinner and collapsed on my bed, only to do it all again the next day.
I'm so sorry! But please don't flame me!