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To Close With a LullabyForegoing most manners in favor of the ones practiced in the current time period, we passed the piping hot loaf of sourdough rye between us, ripping off chunks and taking turns dunking it into the hearty chicken and mushroom stew that perched on a conveniently flat rock. Below us, spread out beneath the foot of what was unofficially named the Watching Hill, lay the Festival in all of its sleepy glory as the vast majority of the visitors for the evening and the modern comforts of home.
We, however, lingered in the comforts of friendship, waiting for what many considered the grand finale of any day spent at the Renaissance Festival. Just as we finished off the last morsels of our shared meals and drained our tankards, soft music began in a slow, caressing melody that steadily grew. "The fiddle's lullaby," Ranelwen murmured, a blissful expression on her face.
I agreed with a slow nod, "There's something almost... deeper in this version, then the typical Christmas Eve version, a
Picnic Suppers with FriendsThe hearty and slightly sweet scent of freshly baked bread wafted over the row of merchant stalls, subtly drawing us towards the next row, where both the show-cased blacksmiths and baker had set up their shops.
"I don't know about you two, but my stomach's about to turn inside out on itself," Captain said as we meandered through the crowds, browsing our choices.
"As is mine," I agreed wholeheartedly, "and if you two aren't opposed to something rather hearty, I'll treat you to the perfect cure."
"If you're talking about the baking bread that I've been smelling for the past ten minutes," Ranelwen replied. "There's no need to ask twice!"
"Perfect," I replied. "If I'm not much mistaken, I think that's a rye bread of some kind in the ovens now."
"I"ll chip in with some soup to split between us," the pirate added. "Make a meal of it."
"Sounds lovely," I agreed. "Meet us back here in a bit to find somewhere to settle down?"
After her nod of agreement, we split ways as Ranelwen and I lif
Of Sunsets and Companionship"Fine ale! Get your fine ale here!"
"Ale? Why bother with ale when you can get the smoothest mead ever, just across the street?"
"Mead? Who on earth would go for mead when they can get the ale that's been aging since October past?"
"Anyone with a clear head on their shoulders -in other words, not you- would turn down your river-water in seconds after discovering the taste of my honey mead that even the Good Queen herself prefers!"
"Oh, pshaw on the both of you! Anyone in their right mind knows that my mulled wine is far superior to any of the sewer-water that you two attempt to sell."
A rather unseemly chuckle escaped before I could raise a daintily henna-ed hand to cover it. The taller of my companions winked at me with a wide grin of her own, only adding to the vision of a proper pirate queen. "You're fortunate that the taverns are still filled, otherwise their insults would be far more... lively."
I could not stop the faint blush that colored my face beneath my vei
Hands in the AirI couldn't help but laugh when I turned to catch sight of you after thirty minutes of near silence. I should have known better, and I'm sorry for making you cry. It was just too funny. There you are, your hands in the air, Crayola's vivid washable tempera paint dripping down your arms, motion slowed only by the heavy concentration of neon glitter that you had somehow mixed in. You, my dear child, are one creative mess.
No, don't come any closer. I'll come to you. Please, Just stay on the plastic shower curtain. I'm so grateful I remembered to throw down in the floor before letting you have access to your favorite art supplies...
How on earth did you manage to glue your smock to your shirt when there was only enough glue to glue a feather or two to a piece of your artwork? Speaking of feathers- is that the colorful mess tucked into your once-neat pony tail, hair tucked up safely out of the way? Yes, I suppose it is... were you trying to be a Native-American again? Next time, would
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