Erybelle
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| - | You stretch your limbs, trying to shake the sleep from them and maybe something else a little more foreboding. You watch Maple's green eyes flicker from side to side as she studies her surroundings at the same time that you roll yours. The chocolate haired girl was only a year older than you at 10 years of age though it was hard to believe. She had a pool of knowledge exceeding her years, able to name by heart even the most obscure names of poisonous plants and without hesitation tell where the | + | You stretch your limbs, trying to shake the sleep from them and maybe something else a little more foreboding. You watch Maple's green eyes flicker from side to side as she studies her surroundings at the same time that you roll yours. The chocolate haired girl was only a year older than you at 10 years of age though it was hard to believe. She had a pool of knowledge exceeding her years, able to name by heart even the most obscure names of poisonous plants and without hesitation could tell exactly where the icey spots were on the pavement after a snow (You guessed it was probably from watching you fall so many times). |
| - | It was time to set up the business again, a ritual | + | It was time to set up the business again, a ritual you two had started up nearly two years ago underneath the same decrepit willow. You carefully reach into your satchel and bring out the aged scrolls, yellowed pages facing up to the miserable grey sky. You study your writing, cursive, scrunched together and nearly illegible, but you love it that way. Maple had been the one to teach you how to read and write, sharing with you the few things she had learned from her own Mother. Through Maple you'd been able to become an asset not only to the business, but to the Orphanage as well. |
| - | + | '''What should you do now?''' | |
| + | *[[Read some parchments.]] | ||
| + | *[[Set up the table and other miscellaneous doodads.]] | ||
[[Category: The Shipping Witches]] | [[Category: The Shipping Witches]] | ||
Revision as of 22:08, 21 January 2013
You stretch your limbs, trying to shake the sleep from them and maybe something else a little more foreboding. You watch Maple's green eyes flicker from side to side as she studies her surroundings at the same time that you roll yours. The chocolate haired girl was only a year older than you at 10 years of age though it was hard to believe. She had a pool of knowledge exceeding her years, able to name by heart even the most obscure names of poisonous plants and without hesitation could tell exactly where the icey spots were on the pavement after a snow (You guessed it was probably from watching you fall so many times).
It was time to set up the business again, a ritual you two had started up nearly two years ago underneath the same decrepit willow. You carefully reach into your satchel and bring out the aged scrolls, yellowed pages facing up to the miserable grey sky. You study your writing, cursive, scrunched together and nearly illegible, but you love it that way. Maple had been the one to teach you how to read and write, sharing with you the few things she had learned from her own Mother. Through Maple you'd been able to become an asset not only to the business, but to the Orphanage as well.
What should you do now?
