Scarlette Chap 1
The wind in Dumfries was legendary. Scarlette was born on a windy night in Galloway. Her red hair glowed so brightly that her mother gasps at her newborn babe. And once taking her into her arms, she exclaimed: Scarlette. She should be Scarlette.
Nickolaus looked at his loving wife and agreed. They pushed aside all the other name choices they had considered. Her father was a miller and her mother owned a loom. Her entire life was focused on weaving, but she sought another future for herself.
Weaving was in her blood but while she grew to enjoy all facets of art, she also grew in popularity in her town. Before the age of sixteen, she was already on the town council and mentoring young people. Her specialties were art, history and of course weaving.
She also enjoyed an odd adventure or two. She loved to explore the forest with her friends. She was an excellent swimmer, despite the cold ocean waters of Scotland. Her best friend was a young lady with the very original name of Serendipity.
Nickolaus looked at his loving wife and agreed. They pushed aside all the other name choices they had considered. Her father was a miller and her mother owned a loom. Her entire life was focused on weaving, but she sought another future for herself.
Weaving was in her blood but while she grew to enjoy all facets of art, she also grew in popularity in her town. Before the age of sixteen, she was already on the town council and mentoring young people. Her specialties were art, history and of course weaving.
She also enjoyed an odd adventure or two. She loved to explore the forest with her friends. She was an excellent swimmer, despite the cold ocean waters of Scotland. Her best friend was a young lady with the very original name of Serendipity.
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