Managed to write this before move. Will have more next month. “This town is too small for such things. There is a man in town who rents out his lean-to, but you don’t strike me as the type who would want to sleep next to a cow. Your other option is to try to rent a room from someone in town.”
“Do you have a room?” Vulpes Inquired with a gentle quality, so she would not think him to forward, “That is would your husband mind if I rented from you.”
Looking at him like he had told the punch line to a joke she had heard long ago, then shifted the bucket onto her other arm.
“I suppose you haven’t come to this town before, and you don’t know of the washer woman on the edge of town whose husband passed away ages ago; leaving her alone with a child. I have no one to ask Courier, so for five caps I will let you stay in the spare room of this house.”
There was something odd about this woman; probably she had just known such much sorrow in her life it left her with this burden of sorrow that made her a terrible and beautiful thing. He followed her to the house, her bucket weighing her so that she moved slowly. Inside the door she dropped the water into a larger tub, and he placed five caps on the table.
Gesturing towards a spare room, Vulpes walked inside and found a small clean made bed with a worn bureau next to it. He set his pack on the floor next to the bureau and turned as he heard the woman step back outside to fetch more water. The place smelled of soap and moisture, but retained a solemn quality that seemed fitting to a widow who had chosen to live alone in honor of a long dead husband.
Something stirred in the room on the other side of his, and Vulpes stepped out into the main room. He looked towards the cracked door, prepared to pull a weapon and fight if need be. Instead what he saw through the crack was a young woman of about nineteen or twenty tying her hair back. She shuffled through a pack, and began to sort some papers inside and began to read over them, they looked like figure sheets, and she seemed excited by whatever numbers they held.
The girl turned then, to peer out a window, perhaps to see what her mother was doing. She struck Vulpes the second her saw her face, the woman in front of him was a small sun kissed version of her mother, only with hair bobbed short, and a spark of life inside of her that burned from her eyes like a candle.
Set Me On Fire (1b)
“This town is too small for such things. There is a man in town who rents out his lean-to, but you don’t strike me as the type who would want to sleep next to a cow. Your other option is to try to rent a room from someone in town.”
“Do you have a room?” Vulpes Inquired with a gentle quality, so she would not think him to forward, “That is would your husband mind if I rented from you.”
Looking at him like he had told the punch line to a joke she had heard long ago, then shifted the bucket onto her other arm.
“I suppose you haven’t come to this town before, and you don’t know of the washer woman on the edge of town whose husband passed away ages ago; leaving her alone with a child. I have no one to ask Courier, so for five caps I will let you stay in the spare room of this house.”
There was something odd about this woman; probably she had just known such much sorrow in her life it left her with this burden of sorrow that made her a terrible and beautiful thing. He followed her to the house, her bucket weighing her so that she moved slowly. Inside the door she dropped the water into a larger tub, and he placed five caps on the table.
Gesturing towards a spare room, Vulpes walked inside and found a small clean made bed with a worn bureau next to it. He set his pack on the floor next to the bureau and turned as he heard the woman step back outside to fetch more water. The place smelled of soap and moisture, but retained a solemn quality that seemed fitting to a widow who had chosen to live alone in honor of a long dead husband.
Something stirred in the room on the other side of his, and Vulpes stepped out into the main room. He looked towards the cracked door, prepared to pull a weapon and fight if need be. Instead what he saw through the crack was a young woman of about nineteen or twenty tying her hair back. She shuffled through a pack, and began to sort some papers inside and began to read over them, they looked like figure sheets, and she seemed excited by whatever numbers they held.
The girl turned then, to peer out a window, perhaps to see what her mother was doing. She struck Vulpes the second her saw her face, the woman in front of him was a small sun kissed version of her mother, only with hair bobbed short, and a spark of life inside of her that burned from her eyes like a candle.