Thread: Lessons Learnt [Magi_Monk & Erotica Maxima]

Fraya paused in unpacking her basket to unhook the coin purse from her belt and set it carefully before her guardian. The young woman was an honest soul, not a penny was spent that wasn't required and not one coin of change was absent from the pouch that now sat upon the table. With this done, she finished unloading her acquired purchases, setting them out neatly - a fresh piece of beef wrapped in brown paper, several carrots, a handful of potatoes, a turnip and two little bags containing salt and pepper. A warm smile spread across Fraya's lips as she dipped her head gently in agreement, Of course, Ma'am. Perhaps you can chop the carrots and the potatoes into chunks about..... She held up her hand, indicating about an inch with finger and thumb, ...this big? The young woman was used to the daily chores necessary for a clean, tidy home and satisfied stomachs. In fact she rather enjoyed carrying them out, it was a means to repay Roselyn for her kindness and in some strange way sated the homesickness that occasionally crept up to choke her. Meals were concocted from memory for recipe books were useless to Fraya the simple existence that she had had thus far had not required for her to learn to read, nor write. I thought we might make a stew, it should last us a few days and will keep us warm... As if on cue the rain lashed against the roof and shuttered windows, drenching the forest that surrounded them. Leaving her tutor to begin cutting up the vegetables, Fraya crossed to the small fire place constructed of many small rounded stones to the side of which were several worn iron hooks at varying levels that could be swung out over the fire. First, upon her hands and knees, the young woman coaxed the fire back to life before placing a couple of logs in the hearth. Rising to her feet and dusting off her knees and hands inspecting Roselyn's handiwork. I'm just going to collect some water, Ma'am. With that, the girl stooped to collect an empty bucket that sat in the corner and hurried out into the rain only to return a few minutes later laden with the weight of the collected water. As Fraya prepared the stock and then proceeded to cut up the meat and remaining vegetables she filled her guardian in on the local news. Mostly it was mundane stuff, though it seemed to interest the young woman enough, but eventually she turned to more relevant information. A woman was arrested in the last village we passed through, she was a healer... but they say she was a witch. The King's men took her away, up to the castle. She paused her, a small frown furrowing her brow as she brings the knife down a little harder than before. Certainly she had heard what happened to those who were discovered to have magic, but never about specific people. They had only been stories, dreamt up by her mother to keep her at home, to keep her careful - or at least that is what Fraya had assumed. But they say...she's just disappeared. No news of an execution, she's just vanished. One of the villagers said that that was the third one in so many months... The young woman paused in her speaking, glancing at Roselyn out of the corner of her eye, awaiting her reaction to such news.