A Penance Paid in SconesShe paid the penance for her grievances in freshly baked scones each day, to be delivered to their stall on the hill prior to the sound of the opening cannon's deafening belch, as per their decree which was both unwritten and unspoken. The consequences of her actions seemed dire, yet more so would be the punishment if she were to fall short in her duties, for then she would be shunned from their company for the remainder of the season. It was with a surprisingly graceful ease that Ranelwen maneuvered her way up the hill through the lingering fog that would burn off within the hour, balancing the heavy wooden platter full of steaming scones in one hand, and her full tankard of hot spiced cider in the other. "Good morn, m'lords!" Ranelwen cried out, her voice carrying through the cool air atop the hill as she approached her friends and long-time companions at the Riddle Booth."Good morn, to you, m'lady," the inhabitants of the wooden shelter replied as they huddled around
I'm looking forward to the grommets- antiqued silver in color
Yeah, someday~~ *wistful*