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Post by Katarina on Apr 18, 2006 10:00:12 GMT -5
Out in the fields many men and women worked the fields. Who were they? Why they were men and women like you and me but were never known by nobles. They were those that were the foundations of the magnificent city, those that farmed and sold, merely peasants doing peasant work but there was one girl. She was a half elf but when her mother died she lived with her father and brother who were peasants. She never took pity from others for she didn't want it. She had everything a girl could want, a loving father, a roof over her head, food and friends. Today she was helping in the fields, the day was a bit warmer but livable as many were in the realm of Gondor. She was picking the cotton from the fields and after she did that she'd be sent home to begin spinning it into thread and then it's be sent to a dyer who'd dye it and then she'd get the thread back and begin weaving clothes and other such items.
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Post by Bridie on Apr 26, 2006 9:48:05 GMT -5
Bridie was lying in the grass. Starring at they sky, thinking, seeing. She had a small peice of grass trembling in her mouth, and she was chewing then end. She could hear the peasants working. How she pittied them, she would never trade her life for one of theirs. She enjoyed freedom.
She would hate being kept in a city and working. It would bore her, and more commonly she would feel trapped. She did not trust people anymore, nor would she. The only thing she trusted was her eagle, and that was about it. Maybe her own mind, yet that even failed her sometimes.
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Post by Katarina on Apr 28, 2006 16:58:20 GMT -5
Morgan and the girls traveled further out the field as the picked the cotton. When she saw the women, she could tell she wasn't here to work. "Do you need anything my lady?" Morgan asked as she saw her sitting there.
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Post by Bridie on Apr 29, 2006 8:40:59 GMT -5
Bridie sat up, "Gee hey do work you," she spoke, "Do you ever get time to yourself?" She was suprised someone had come to talk to a stranger, that was in-different.
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Post by Katarina on Apr 29, 2006 12:54:28 GMT -5
Morgan shrugged. "A little my lady, why do you ask?" She asked the girl softly.
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Post by Bridie on Apr 30, 2006 5:57:07 GMT -5
Bridie blew some hair of her face, and picked out another peice of grass and began to chew it, "I depise labour. Working for another is not, how should you say," she was silent for a moment, "My type."
"If you ask me working at all should be against the law, after all laws are what you abide by."
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Post by Katarina on Apr 30, 2006 8:12:58 GMT -5
"But if no one works, how would you get anything my lady?" She asked the woman, a little nervouse around her.
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Post by Bridie on Apr 30, 2006 8:46:38 GMT -5
"I do not have people working for me, I work for myself, only myself," she spoke sensing the womans nervousness, " Are you afraid?"
Bridie was one that could read others emotions, and feelings by just looking at them. She chewed the grass waiting for an answer. Some how Bridie hated people being slaves for another person. It was wrong, people should not work for someone but for their own selves.
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Post by Katarina on Apr 30, 2006 9:40:57 GMT -5
Morgan shook her head, shaking away the feelling. "No my lady, I am fine." She said politely.
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Post by Bridie on May 1, 2006 5:26:14 GMT -5
"Good," Bridie spoke lying back down in the grass, "Do you ever get time to yourself, just to enjoy life or do they work you non-stop? It seems to me that this city works without stop. It agitates me."
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Post by Katarina on May 1, 2006 16:30:01 GMT -5
"We get enough my lady." She said politely. She had been raised this way and it was the only life she knew so she did not really understand what this woman meant and yet did. True she had some freetime but very little, but it didn't bother her at all.
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Post by Tenith on May 1, 2006 20:13:10 GMT -5
Tenith rode through the field of Gondor. His pace was neither quicker or slow but in the middle. Everything was going perfect for the elf he had just become one of the rangers of Ithelien and was on his way.
As he rode, he began to slightly day dream. An ghostly elf figure appeared in front of him. It was a female elf, beautiful and appeared young. But not all books should be judged by there cover. It was the witch that had cursed him. She smiled then disappeared as quickly and she came.
He looked around ghost of dead orcs swarmed him, and oliphants. He looked around the peasants appeared as zombies. The ghost of the dead surrounded him and pulled his feet, his horse was a horse zombie. It frightened he put his arms around the horses neck and began chocking it. It jumped on his hinged legs and knocked him off the horse. He hit his leg hard against the floor. Knocking the elf out cold.
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Post by Katarina on May 1, 2006 22:25:33 GMT -5
Morgan and the others turned startled. "Excuse me my lady." She said and grabbed the horse calming it at as others checked the man. Morgan led the horse back and watched.
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Post by Tenith on May 3, 2006 15:14:54 GMT -5
Tenith began to regain some conscience. He tried to get up but fell face first on the floor. If anything it didn't help at all, only made matters worse.
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Post by Katarina on May 3, 2006 16:16:44 GMT -5
The girls then picked him up and Morgan led the horse, then she saw Bridie, "I must go my lady." She curtsied. "Perhaps I will see you later." She said. Then they took the man to the healing houses.
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