Last Wednesday, it snowed buckets. There was well over two feet on the ground ( Read more... )

Pushing the ale aside, she called out for hot water and pulled a satchel of herbs from her traveling pack, cursing to herself and the lean days that had brought her here.  She tossed a black handful of her hair out of her face irritably.  She'd never worked for so little-- especially with a wretched job like this.

The water came finally.  Without ( Read more... )

 
Entry for Brigits Flame this week.

( Under a Cut, for those who aren't interested )