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littlemanpoet · 07-23-2008, 09:50 AM

Harreld

Harreld liked his new smithy. It was well built, had room to spare (with no twin brother to take up the space), and was designed exactly the way he wanted it. All his tools were hung on spikes driven into the south wall just where he wanted them. The furnace was the best shape and the fuel could be easily placed inside. He had brought his anvil with (thankfully there had been carts to haul it for no poor horse should be so burdened), and now it sat in prime center on a good frame of iron.

He worked more quickly than he used, so that he would have time toward late afternoon to see Ginna. He had begun to court her. He had busied his mind with questions he could ask her, and then that he could answer also. Where did you grow up? What did you like best about it? What did you like least, and why? What was your favorite place there, and why? There were many more questions, and each one led to new ores of interest. Ginna liked to talk about such things, and Harreld loved her more with each new thing he learned about her. Her face became animated, and she had begun to laugh with him around. He had not jumbled his words in weeks, and found that once at ease with himself, for interest in her stories, that his mind sometimes turned clever phrases and jokes, and these made her laugh the more, and he loved making her laugh. It made her eyes dance.

The door opened and let in the morning light; the shadow of one of the others at Scarburg, briefly hid the day, then the door was shut.

"Hello! Who is there?"

07-23-2008, 09:50 AM	#182
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,072	Harreld Harreld liked his new smithy. It was well built, had room to spare (with no twin brother to take up the space), and was designed exactly the way he wanted it. All his tools were hung on spikes driven into the south wall just where he wanted them. The furnace was the best shape and the fuel could be easily placed inside. He had brought his anvil with (thankfully there had been carts to haul it for no poor horse should be so burdened), and now it sat in prime center on a good frame of iron. He worked more quickly than he used, so that he would have time toward late afternoon to see Ginna. He had begun to court her. He had busied his mind with questions he could ask her, and then that he could answer also. Where did you grow up? What did you like best about it? What did you like least, and why? What was your favorite place there, and why? There were many more questions, and each one led to new ores of interest. Ginna liked to talk about such things, and Harreld loved her more with each new thing he learned about her. Her face became animated, and she had begun to laugh with him around. He had not jumbled his words in weeks, and found that once at ease with himself, for interest in her stories, that his mind sometimes turned clever phrases and jokes, and these made her laugh the more, and he loved making her laugh. It made her eyes dance. The door opened and let in the morning light; the shadow of one of the others at Scarburg, briefly hid the day, then the door was shut. "Hello! Who is there?" Last edited by littlemanpoet; 08-01-2008 at 08:12 PM.