Bedtime Story

Once upon a time there was a daughter…. she loved to laugh, and dance, and sing…. she cherished most of nature and learned to respect of the way of things….

She was the 5th in her line… which oddly enough were all female.. it seemed that the men in her world never stuck around very long…. they were either taken away .. Like her uncle Horace, or simply vanished… as it was with her father… Rarther..

Her and her mother’s life was a simple one… they planted the herbs they used… and the veggies.. and simple fruits like berries, and tomatoes…

and life continued simply until the day she turned…. twenty one… when something quite out of the ordinary happened….

she twitched…..

Now… You might wonder.. what is so extraordinary about a lil twitch….

it was what happened when she twitched that made it special…..

Looking back on that day one couldn’t say it was anything that would stand out fromt he rest… the dark moon was still shrinking into the horizon, as the 2nd moon rose on its bend…. for in this place… there was two moons…. and a tiny glimmer of a sun….there was always a moon in the sky …. How one told time was beyond me, but somehow the wizards of the land kept the winded one going….

Amelius woke slowly.. one hazel eye kind of opening, and glancing around.. while the other remained slightly glued shut… she grumbled a bit and pulled the pillow back over her treacle colored locks…. Long they were and tangled into a jumbled mess even more than if she had just kept still…

she could hear her mother climbing the stairs…. humming her favorite morning tune…. “Its.. time to get up, its time to get up, its time to get up in the morning…..”…..

more grumbling…. “Mother… really?”

Ammy my love…. tis time… you must go harvest the eggs before the foxes do…. up up…. “…. more grumbling….

Mother… You’d think after all these years….” her mother tilted her head… and Am knew … she shouldn’t even bother…. “Yes, Mother”….

a simple smile crossed her mother’s lips, and she turned to walk down the hall to her own room… peeking out, then closing the door slowly … one could hear the lock turn….

so up she got…. pulling and twisting her hair into a simple, yet completely messy bun…. she pulled off her simple smock and admired herself in the mirror…. as tiny as she was… a mere 5’3, she had a long back… a cute lil butt, and strong legs…. she made a face as she glanced at her less than stellar breasts…. but heck, at least she had something there… giggling a bit, she tossed a pillow at the mirror….

Oh well.. Here we go… putting on her gardening clothes, she then pulled up the covers on her bed and propped the pillows up…. well.. if nothing else… at least my silly bed is made…

opening the door, she scampered down the stairs to the kitchen where she was determined to find a muffin before she headed out into the mists…

the mists never really frightened her… even as a child they were always there…. dancing just above the tops of her flowers…. floating down from the tree tops themselves….

the seemed to fade away as the moon reached its pinnacle in the sky… but yes, in the glorious morn… they played around her legs as she walked to the keep that held the birdlings they collected eggs from…

teetering toadstools stood almost as tall as her with their sprouts below them… she gathered a few of those, and whispered the thanks to the earth for its blessings as she did….  her mother had told her the words from her mother…. traditions and rituals were norms of her existence….

she slipped into the keep and pet the small birdlike creatures softly on their heads…. cooing softly to them…. as she gathered the eggs …. She dropped some grain into their feeds and sang softly… “avan dego, miso latha combae”… again… a simple thanks….

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