Fi
Fi was traveling alone, on a deserted road. She was unsure, why she was even here. The tournament had been a great time, and then not. It just had it's moments. She wasn't sure if she needed to stay that extra day. She just did, for whatever reason, staying after her companions had left. She enjoyed the trip, even though she didn't know her traveling companions that well.
So, here she was in the "Badlands" or the beach portion of them anyway. It didn't look so "bad". Why were they called "bad" anyway? The land was beautiful, and very green this time of year. She sat on the beach and pulled out her things. She wrote a letter to the man she missed back in town. She was careful not to put his name down. Another women he was courting was rumored to be a murdering harlot. Fi did not need the trouble, so she wrote in code. If it got to him, he would know who it was to and who it was from. No one wrote like this in her town. She chuckled.
Darling,
The wheat grows high in the fields here and I can see the bright sparkle of the sun upon your hair even now. The winds whisper of your love, and my body pines to be touched by you. If only I could reach out now and touch that which I so desperately long for.
So long have I waited. Soon, I will have you. Soon.
F
Upon her last trip to Galloway, she hadn't stopped into Whithorn. Now she kind of regretted it. She enjoyed that town. Still, Glasgow city tugged at her heart and she couldn't delay her trip home. She had to come back... and in short order.
She leaned on her stick as she followed the shoreline. The outskirts of Ayr were breathtaking. Perhaps she could buy some of this land and take up residence in a beach house? She thought of the capital and what was waiting for her there. Yes. She had the company of a good man, but her old best friend was gone. She couldn't find her anywhere the last time she was in town. Her house was empty and Fi was really curious how she was doing. She missed her. She didn't have a lot of friends, so the loss was felt.
So, here she was in the "Badlands" or the beach portion of them anyway. It didn't look so "bad". Why were they called "bad" anyway? The land was beautiful, and very green this time of year. She sat on the beach and pulled out her things. She wrote a letter to the man she missed back in town. She was careful not to put his name down. Another women he was courting was rumored to be a murdering harlot. Fi did not need the trouble, so she wrote in code. If it got to him, he would know who it was to and who it was from. No one wrote like this in her town. She chuckled.
Darling,
The wheat grows high in the fields here and I can see the bright sparkle of the sun upon your hair even now. The winds whisper of your love, and my body pines to be touched by you. If only I could reach out now and touch that which I so desperately long for.
So long have I waited. Soon, I will have you. Soon.
F
Upon her last trip to Galloway, she hadn't stopped into Whithorn. Now she kind of regretted it. She enjoyed that town. Still, Glasgow city tugged at her heart and she couldn't delay her trip home. She had to come back... and in short order.
She leaned on her stick as she followed the shoreline. The outskirts of Ayr were breathtaking. Perhaps she could buy some of this land and take up residence in a beach house? She thought of the capital and what was waiting for her there. Yes. She had the company of a good man, but her old best friend was gone. She couldn't find her anywhere the last time she was in town. Her house was empty and Fi was really curious how she was doing. She missed her. She didn't have a lot of friends, so the loss was felt.
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