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Post by Gertrude Wilhelmina on Mar 7, 2010 12:38:09 GMT -5
No great beauty was she blessed with, nor an exceptionally quick wit and charm. Just a name. Gertrude Wilhelmina Wilmot. A name that means strength and spear and will and even helmet. A name she didn't know what to do with. She was shy and forced from her home to a new one. Relatives of her long gone mother had been lobbying her father to have her come live with them for years. After five years, they had won. Her father's farm had gone bankrupt and she was being sent away with a promise she could return as soon as he could pay off his debts.
Every so often, the old man guiding her to her aunt's house would look at her, to make sure the charge he was being paid to deliever was able to keep up and such.
She had never been more than ten miles away from her home. The largest town she had ever been in had twenty people. And now she was going to AlMaught to live with relatives she didn't know, but somehow they knew her.
They had reached the city, but the guide was intent upon bringing her to the address provided. However when they got there, no one was home and the maid said that she wouldn't let the girl in without her Mistress's permission. So the guide just looked at her shrugged and said goodbye. And Gertrude was left on her own.
She sighed.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Mar 7, 2010 15:26:44 GMT -5
May had just dropped Phyre off at home, he had spent his week here and god it was stressful one stressful week. As much as she loved- wait did she? - Phyre she didn't need that much stress in one week. AIMaught was a lot less stressful than than Kyyra, and May needed a day to burn off some of the extra cash she had gotten on a couple of her jobs she had been saving up.
May saw a guide she knew walk away from his charge. Typical of that particular guide. She went over to the girl and smiled. "Hi, Are you okay?" she asked.
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Post by Gertrude Wilhelmina on Mar 7, 2010 19:37:17 GMT -5
She looked up.
"Yeah." She said. "I'm fine."
The girl looked so different from her. A city girl. While Gertrude's clothes were all ragged, patched several times over and the bottom of her skirt was torn and had long ceased to be a straight line, the other girls were clean and nice and probably fashionable. Gertrude suddenly felt uncomfortable in her last nice dress, shabby cloak and old straw hat. At home, this would be considered Sunday clothes. Here, it looked like she was a gutter maid. A poor girl coming to live with her rich relatives. Her father had tried cheering her up with the "dream come true" line. It didn't work.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Mar 7, 2010 19:46:16 GMT -5
May smiled. The girl was defiantly beautiful, even in the old dress she was wearing. The only reason's May's dress wasn't in tatters was because her mom had insisted she wear one that wasn't covered in thorns. Which to May, was fashion.
May held out her hand to the girl, it was calloused and cut from climbing up the trees and stones and various martial arts, fighting and arrow making. "Hello, sucre (sweet). My name is May Robin. It is a pleasure to meet you. May I ask your name?" she said.
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Post by Gertrude Wilhelmina on Mar 7, 2010 20:04:21 GMT -5
"Gertrude Wilhelmina." She said, shyly. She didn't like her name. Instead of it being a normal first name, she had two first names and her parents had always insisted she go by both. Her parents didn't like nicknames.
Gertrude shook hands with the girl. Gertrudes was calloused and scraped from farm work, house work, and everything in between. It was a good thing she didn't have many friends, because she had taken over all the work that her mother used to do, plus her chores, five years ago and had never had time to do anything else ever since.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Mar 7, 2010 20:14:09 GMT -5
"Your name is pretty, but way to long. Do you have a nickname?" May asked.
She could feel the callouses on the girls hand.
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Post by Gertrude Wilhelmina on Mar 7, 2010 20:23:55 GMT -5
Gertrude shook her head.
"No. I don't have a nickname, M'am." She said. She could fell the callouses on the other girl's hand, but she could tell they weren't from farm work, more from other things. It was actually pretty easy to tell. Placement of the callouses and such could tell you.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Mar 8, 2010 16:56:16 GMT -5
May laughed. "I'm no madam, love. I'm just a woods guide." she told the girl. "How about Mina? Your name is quite a mouthful, though it is a very proper name, around here though, most of it isn't very proper."
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Post by Gertrude Wilhelmina on Mar 8, 2010 17:04:47 GMT -5
She nodded. Mina suited her better. It was plain and simple, like her.
"Yes M'..May Robin." She said, correcting herself. It was a hard habit to break of hers, saying M'am.
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Mar 8, 2010 20:32:29 GMT -5
May again grinned at Mina. "Just May or Robin works." She said. "Where are you from, Mina? Another city? The country side?"
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Post by Gertrude Wilhelmina on Mar 8, 2010 20:45:58 GMT -5
"Tyree." She said. "My father has a small farm just south of there. It's a small town. Where are you from M'..May?"
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Mar 10, 2010 6:08:50 GMT -5
"I've been there before, briefly." May said. "I'm from Kyyra, it is only a few miles from here."
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Post by Gertrude Wilhelmina on Mar 10, 2010 18:10:01 GMT -5
"Oh. I've heard of that place. It's the capital right?" She asked. "Is it nice?"
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Post by May Robin Forrest-Allen on Mar 11, 2010 18:31:01 GMT -5
"Yes, it is the capital. It depends on your definition of nice. To most it is," May said. "It doen't compare to the woods of course, but it is nice."
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Post by Gertrude Wilhelmina on Mar 13, 2010 13:48:50 GMT -5
She nodded.
"I've never been out of my hometown before." She said, softly. "It's so big here in AlMaught. It's overwhelming."
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