Rosalynn
Rosalynn inhales deeply of the nights air as she looks out over the colony of Bath. A smile crosses her lips as she remembers the past few days events. Moving on down the road towards her home and workshop, she dawdles along the way, checking out the wild flowers that have closed up for the night. She reminds herself that she needs to replant her herb garden one day soon so the plants will have time to root and grow. She goes over in her mind the list of herbs she has on hand keeping in mind those that have been ground up or dried that may have passed their potentcy dates.
She reaches home and after grabbing an piece of fruit and chopping it up into Spot-size chunks, she carries it outside and heads for the pig pen. Thankful that the moon is up and is shining brightly to light her way, she laughs as Spot grunts in welcome as she draws close to the fence. Rather than enter the pen this late at night, she stands outside the fence and tosses the fruit chunks to Spot, laughing when they bounce off her snout.
Humming softly, she lets her thoughts drift to the previous night, remembering meeting her cousin Rhiannon and her adorable girls, Isolda and Branwyn, and how the girls decorated whichever adult was holding them at the time. She feels her cheeks pinken as her thoughts wander further. Why so silly, Rosalynn? Making an arse of yourself in front of someone you admire so much, she chastises herself. Nothing like being so obvious. She wants ..what is it that she truly wants? She rubs her temples as the start of a headache begins its throbbing.
Going back into the house, she readies herself for bed by donning a nightgown and then braiding her hair. Sliding between the covers on her bed, she squirms a bit to get comfortable and closes her eyes. As she relaxes, the black curtain behind her eyelids are replaced by a pleasant image, the visage of one who haunts her day and night.
She reaches home and after grabbing an piece of fruit and chopping it up into Spot-size chunks, she carries it outside and heads for the pig pen. Thankful that the moon is up and is shining brightly to light her way, she laughs as Spot grunts in welcome as she draws close to the fence. Rather than enter the pen this late at night, she stands outside the fence and tosses the fruit chunks to Spot, laughing when they bounce off her snout.
Humming softly, she lets her thoughts drift to the previous night, remembering meeting her cousin Rhiannon and her adorable girls, Isolda and Branwyn, and how the girls decorated whichever adult was holding them at the time. She feels her cheeks pinken as her thoughts wander further. Why so silly, Rosalynn? Making an arse of yourself in front of someone you admire so much, she chastises herself. Nothing like being so obvious. She wants ..what is it that she truly wants? She rubs her temples as the start of a headache begins its throbbing.
Going back into the house, she readies herself for bed by donning a nightgown and then braiding her hair. Sliding between the covers on her bed, she squirms a bit to get comfortable and closes her eyes. As she relaxes, the black curtain behind her eyelids are replaced by a pleasant image, the visage of one who haunts her day and night.