EmoSilverHeart
Planetoid
- Joined
- Oct 24, 2011
Arriana walked around town, her basket on her hip fool of fruits from the market. She swayed her hips as she walked, the spring sun shinning down on her dark carmel skin, she was happy that the spring rain had lightened up abit so she could go with less clothing.
Her skirt was a sky blue, tied around her hip, showing off long skinny legs. She wore one of her older, more tattered, but still sexy, shirts; it was white and was tied just below her boobs. Her light Red hair was put into a french beraid and swayed near her rump, patting it as she walked.
"Good morning Ari," a child called as she walked by, oh, she loved this village so much.
"How is your father?" another person called behind a booth, "He could be better, the cold has gotten him hard this year," she said to the man before countinuing. She lived with only her father, who was much older than she, he had taken 5 wives in his years, all of which died. She had 16 other siblings but didn't know of them, she was youngest, and she has heard that most of her siblings have died, and only about 5 remain, or atleast keep in touch with her father.
She walked to the outskirts of town, and somewhat into the woods to where they're large hut is, smoke drifting lazily out the chimny. "Father I'm home, how are you?" she asked, setting the fruits on the table and walked to his room. As she entered her father was laying on his bed, coughing again, some blood on his hand. Arriana got his medcine and a warm wet cloth from before she left and began helping him clean up the blood. "There you are," she said after administering the medicine.
Arriana was somewhat happy of her perdicament, just before her father had grown seriously ill, she had become a woman, she had hit pubierty at age of 17, and at that time she was sopposed to wed. But because her father was ill he hasn't figured it out or have any time to find her a sotter.
Her skirt was a sky blue, tied around her hip, showing off long skinny legs. She wore one of her older, more tattered, but still sexy, shirts; it was white and was tied just below her boobs. Her light Red hair was put into a french beraid and swayed near her rump, patting it as she walked.
"Good morning Ari," a child called as she walked by, oh, she loved this village so much.
"How is your father?" another person called behind a booth, "He could be better, the cold has gotten him hard this year," she said to the man before countinuing. She lived with only her father, who was much older than she, he had taken 5 wives in his years, all of which died. She had 16 other siblings but didn't know of them, she was youngest, and she has heard that most of her siblings have died, and only about 5 remain, or atleast keep in touch with her father.
She walked to the outskirts of town, and somewhat into the woods to where they're large hut is, smoke drifting lazily out the chimny. "Father I'm home, how are you?" she asked, setting the fruits on the table and walked to his room. As she entered her father was laying on his bed, coughing again, some blood on his hand. Arriana got his medcine and a warm wet cloth from before she left and began helping him clean up the blood. "There you are," she said after administering the medicine.
Arriana was somewhat happy of her perdicament, just before her father had grown seriously ill, she had become a woman, she had hit pubierty at age of 17, and at that time she was sopposed to wed. But because her father was ill he hasn't figured it out or have any time to find her a sotter.