AroraDestiny
Destiny Calls...
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This thread is a closed thread for myself and a friend. Id like to officially say Happy New Year to everyone at my favorite place to chat with the other great writers, The China Pearl Inn OOC.
Aelina De'Foleor was the daughter of a very rich and prosperous king. The kingdom itself was another matter, it was a very poor place. The land itself was rich enough and its people well fed, but in return the demand from the king was a high price to pay. Pity the soul who would suggest any relief for the people.
Aelina was a beauty, locks of rich brown hung to her waist highlighted with red tones. Hers was the figure of grace. Long slender legs, softly rounded hips, a trim waist, full round breasts. The face of an angel, a rebellious spoiled only child. Her blue-grey eyes could pierce through to the soul.
At 8 she had gone through a refining school for ladies. At 12 she was taught to fence at her fathers insistance. At 16 she had already won medals for use of her swordsmanship. Now at 20 her father was busy trying to find her a husband. She rejected and humilated anyone who even tried to win her over.
She took it opon herself to check the borders of her fathers land. To ensure none of the peasants thought they should not pay thier dues since they were so close to another lairds lands. This day she was accompanied by her current champion, a female knight, one of the few allowed to be so. The farm they are approaching is of fairly good size. Some of the best crops are grown in this plot of land.
The man who resides here lives alone. No wife nor children. His parents long passed from a case of smallpox years back. She nods to her champion, her friend, and knocks on the door with a gloved hand. The sight he sees when he opens the door is of a woman dressed in a black riding gown. Straight cut lines do very little to hide her curves. A bit of white lace at her throat is the only decoration. A sword is strapped to a special belt at her waist. The tips of high laced boots can be seen peaking from the hem of her smart dress. Her hair is braided down her back and covered with a cloth and metal circlet.
"Your taxes are due m'lord. Id have them now and be on my way."
Aelina De'Foleor was the daughter of a very rich and prosperous king. The kingdom itself was another matter, it was a very poor place. The land itself was rich enough and its people well fed, but in return the demand from the king was a high price to pay. Pity the soul who would suggest any relief for the people.
Aelina was a beauty, locks of rich brown hung to her waist highlighted with red tones. Hers was the figure of grace. Long slender legs, softly rounded hips, a trim waist, full round breasts. The face of an angel, a rebellious spoiled only child. Her blue-grey eyes could pierce through to the soul.
At 8 she had gone through a refining school for ladies. At 12 she was taught to fence at her fathers insistance. At 16 she had already won medals for use of her swordsmanship. Now at 20 her father was busy trying to find her a husband. She rejected and humilated anyone who even tried to win her over.
She took it opon herself to check the borders of her fathers land. To ensure none of the peasants thought they should not pay thier dues since they were so close to another lairds lands. This day she was accompanied by her current champion, a female knight, one of the few allowed to be so. The farm they are approaching is of fairly good size. Some of the best crops are grown in this plot of land.
The man who resides here lives alone. No wife nor children. His parents long passed from a case of smallpox years back. She nods to her champion, her friend, and knocks on the door with a gloved hand. The sight he sees when he opens the door is of a woman dressed in a black riding gown. Straight cut lines do very little to hide her curves. A bit of white lace at her throat is the only decoration. A sword is strapped to a special belt at her waist. The tips of high laced boots can be seen peaking from the hem of her smart dress. Her hair is braided down her back and covered with a cloth and metal circlet.
"Your taxes are due m'lord. Id have them now and be on my way."