"Come on girl, we're going." Blair's harsh voice rang in her ears and she hesistantly looked up at him from her sewing.
Nura's large eyes bore heavy weight after staying awake the past few nights repairing breeches and shoes for her brother and his friends. "Why brother?" she asked
"You question me?" he snarled at her and raised his hand.
Quivering slightly she replied hastily "No Blair, of course not."
He snorted, pulled her to her feet and went to catch up his friends. Following obediently, Nura tried to ignore her aching legs. She had never been very strong and after long hours of sewing and fetching dry wood Nura was ready to colasp and would have, if the fear of her brother's hard blows hadn't kept her going.
As she walked, Nura packed her needle and thread into a tiny bag, her only possesion besides her sewing equipement and the clothes she wore. Anything else had been sold a long time ago.
[ May 04, 2003: Message edited by: Ivy of the Woods ]
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