It had been a day since she?d arrived at this strange place just outside of Rhy?din. The village was a strange place; she came to find quickly. They?d welcomed her with open arms for the sheer fact that she was a woman, and the fact that she was pregnant? She was one high status stranger to them. They put her up in a nice little home with two male guards on the outside. Keirra couldn?t even recall a night terror.
The next morning there was a rather large man waking her up. He?d brought her a big breakfast, and even braided her hair while she ate. They?d set her up with clothes, and everything was free. Keirra had absolutely fallen in love with the place.
Sitting out by the lake, wearing the red winter cloak they?d given her, Keirra looked out at the water. Her legs peeked out from behind the yellow gown, which was made of fabric softer than she?d ever touched before, and now her toes were wiggling against the frosty grass. A slightly high pitched voice came out from behind her, ?So you?re the new lady??
When Keirra turned, she saw a young looking child, he was staring her down with honey brown eyes, circling like he was some sort of predator. ?I prefer to be called Tara, but yeah, that?s me. Tara Highman, nice to meet you.?
The boy didn?t seem to get the word play hidden within that false name she?d given. Instead, he shifted his body in front of her and folded his arms. ?You seem kind of short to be having a baby... What?re you? Fourteen??
?You?re shorter than me you cheeto-fingered little cockbite,? she growled at him, and to be fair, she was only a few inches taller than him. ?You realize I?m not above punching a child, right?? said the soon-to-be Mom, to the child. The child just stared at her as if he?d never been spoken to that way in his life, and Keirra cleared her throat as if she were going to amend the situation. And then, ?So before you run off at the mouth to someone you don?t even know, keep that in your empty, kool-aid fueled head of yours, yeah??
Standing there, tan expression gaping as he stared at her, his voice got stuck in his throat. Hands went to his head as he ran them through fluffy mocha locks, and shook away the astonishment. ?You? are the coolest person I?ve ever met??
The next morning there was a rather large man waking her up. He?d brought her a big breakfast, and even braided her hair while she ate. They?d set her up with clothes, and everything was free. Keirra had absolutely fallen in love with the place.
Sitting out by the lake, wearing the red winter cloak they?d given her, Keirra looked out at the water. Her legs peeked out from behind the yellow gown, which was made of fabric softer than she?d ever touched before, and now her toes were wiggling against the frosty grass. A slightly high pitched voice came out from behind her, ?So you?re the new lady??
When Keirra turned, she saw a young looking child, he was staring her down with honey brown eyes, circling like he was some sort of predator. ?I prefer to be called Tara, but yeah, that?s me. Tara Highman, nice to meet you.?
The boy didn?t seem to get the word play hidden within that false name she?d given. Instead, he shifted his body in front of her and folded his arms. ?You seem kind of short to be having a baby... What?re you? Fourteen??
?You?re shorter than me you cheeto-fingered little cockbite,? she growled at him, and to be fair, she was only a few inches taller than him. ?You realize I?m not above punching a child, right?? said the soon-to-be Mom, to the child. The child just stared at her as if he?d never been spoken to that way in his life, and Keirra cleared her throat as if she were going to amend the situation. And then, ?So before you run off at the mouth to someone you don?t even know, keep that in your empty, kool-aid fueled head of yours, yeah??
Standing there, tan expression gaping as he stared at her, his voice got stuck in his throat. Hands went to his head as he ran them through fluffy mocha locks, and shook away the astonishment. ?You? are the coolest person I?ve ever met??