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- Jun 10, 2013
Vanessa was a small, petite woman, she would have been a girl, but for a few days ago was her 20th birthday. Upon the 20th birthday, girls became women and Vanessa was excited, but it was hard work. Her mother had been helping her learn a woman's duty, and that was to supply dinner and food for the men of the house and make sure all the chores were done. Her mother had explained that because the men work so hard to bring home money and to support their families. So Vanessa woke up early, first starting with breakfast for her father and her older brother.
She shuffled around the kitchen, humming quietly to herself as to not to wake them as she put on a pot of hot water and added in oats, to make oatmeal. She moved over to a small shelf and grabbed a small bowl with berries in it as she sprinkled the berries into the pot. She then stirred it, slow cooking it, until the aroma of the raspberries filled the house. She took it off the fire, reaching onto the shelf as she got down four bowls. She set them along the table and filled each one with the red-tinged mush. She sighed, oatmeal for the fifth day that week, they struggled for money and had little to eat. She supposed, though, that she should be grateful for what they did have to eat. They had more so than other peasants, some who were reduced to living in the cobble-stoned streets and begging for a pretty penny.
She called out, "Papa, Mama, Brother, the oatmeal is done." She soon saw them trudge out of their rooms, rubbing the sleep from their eyes as they sat down at the breakfast table to eat. Vanessa watched them as it was also customary that the woman who had provided breakfast wait until everyone else had finished eating. Then, as they did, her Ma went off to do other chores and her Brother and Pa went to get ready for work. She sat down, lifting the edge of her dress as she lowered herself and ate, then as she finished she gathered the bowls and lowered them into the tub of water, she would wash them later. She wanted to go into the forest is she were lucky, and so swooping up a basket off the shelf, she skipped outside, carefully, due to her dress and asked her mama, "Mama, may I go and gather more berries today?" She received a nod, but a warning to be extremely careful and to not wonder too far into the dark corners of the woods.
Vanessa nodded and started walking to the woods, following the path and as she entered the woods, she strayed off the path. She knew where the ripest raspberries were and so she lifted her plaid dress as she picked her way over the logs, stones, and roots and through the forest. She wore brown moccasins, so it made the travel easier as she got to the clearing and set the basket down in front of the brush. She swiped at her hair, dislodging pieces of wood and debris from it as she pushed her long, raven black curls towards her back, letting them fall down her spine, where they curled just at the base, along the top of her tail bone. She had hazel-green eyes with olive-toned skin, high-elegant cheeks and a sprinkling of freckles as well as a natural blush that colored them. Her chest was compressed by the material of the dress as women were not allowed to show parts of their body until they were faithfully married and, even then, only to their husbands. Still, you could see the swell of her C-cup chest as it rose and fell with each breath she took in. She had broad hips, though, in the dress it was hard to tell and she had a broad behind, though, it wasn't too big. It curved down to meet two short legs, toned and skinny, but again it was hard to tell with the plaid dress that covered them. She also had toned arms, though, skinny as well and she stood at about 5'0" as she was short and petite.
She bent down and had just begin to pick berries as she heard the thundering of hooves against the ground. Her eyes widened as she stood up, knocking the basket over as the berries tumbled to the ground and she stumbled back towards the trees, forgetting the berries, and the basket. She ducked behind a tree, her dress tearing on a log that she had to step over as she let out a whimper of fear, ducking down just in time as she saw bandits ride into the clearing. She saw them dismount, they were massive compared to her, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to fight them off. There was at least 5, but her eyes were on the leader, suddenly weary, it was common that they often kidnapped women or girls they found in the forests. It was also common that the leader of the group often claimed the girls. However, she also saw that there were no girls with this group, maybe, this one was different, but she wasn't going to take the chance and she saw them notice her basket. She covered her mouth with her hand to stop from screaming as she watched them from her hiding place.
She shuffled around the kitchen, humming quietly to herself as to not to wake them as she put on a pot of hot water and added in oats, to make oatmeal. She moved over to a small shelf and grabbed a small bowl with berries in it as she sprinkled the berries into the pot. She then stirred it, slow cooking it, until the aroma of the raspberries filled the house. She took it off the fire, reaching onto the shelf as she got down four bowls. She set them along the table and filled each one with the red-tinged mush. She sighed, oatmeal for the fifth day that week, they struggled for money and had little to eat. She supposed, though, that she should be grateful for what they did have to eat. They had more so than other peasants, some who were reduced to living in the cobble-stoned streets and begging for a pretty penny.
She called out, "Papa, Mama, Brother, the oatmeal is done." She soon saw them trudge out of their rooms, rubbing the sleep from their eyes as they sat down at the breakfast table to eat. Vanessa watched them as it was also customary that the woman who had provided breakfast wait until everyone else had finished eating. Then, as they did, her Ma went off to do other chores and her Brother and Pa went to get ready for work. She sat down, lifting the edge of her dress as she lowered herself and ate, then as she finished she gathered the bowls and lowered them into the tub of water, she would wash them later. She wanted to go into the forest is she were lucky, and so swooping up a basket off the shelf, she skipped outside, carefully, due to her dress and asked her mama, "Mama, may I go and gather more berries today?" She received a nod, but a warning to be extremely careful and to not wonder too far into the dark corners of the woods.
Vanessa nodded and started walking to the woods, following the path and as she entered the woods, she strayed off the path. She knew where the ripest raspberries were and so she lifted her plaid dress as she picked her way over the logs, stones, and roots and through the forest. She wore brown moccasins, so it made the travel easier as she got to the clearing and set the basket down in front of the brush. She swiped at her hair, dislodging pieces of wood and debris from it as she pushed her long, raven black curls towards her back, letting them fall down her spine, where they curled just at the base, along the top of her tail bone. She had hazel-green eyes with olive-toned skin, high-elegant cheeks and a sprinkling of freckles as well as a natural blush that colored them. Her chest was compressed by the material of the dress as women were not allowed to show parts of their body until they were faithfully married and, even then, only to their husbands. Still, you could see the swell of her C-cup chest as it rose and fell with each breath she took in. She had broad hips, though, in the dress it was hard to tell and she had a broad behind, though, it wasn't too big. It curved down to meet two short legs, toned and skinny, but again it was hard to tell with the plaid dress that covered them. She also had toned arms, though, skinny as well and she stood at about 5'0" as she was short and petite.
She bent down and had just begin to pick berries as she heard the thundering of hooves against the ground. Her eyes widened as she stood up, knocking the basket over as the berries tumbled to the ground and she stumbled back towards the trees, forgetting the berries, and the basket. She ducked behind a tree, her dress tearing on a log that she had to step over as she let out a whimper of fear, ducking down just in time as she saw bandits ride into the clearing. She saw them dismount, they were massive compared to her, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to fight them off. There was at least 5, but her eyes were on the leader, suddenly weary, it was common that they often kidnapped women or girls they found in the forests. It was also common that the leader of the group often claimed the girls. However, she also saw that there were no girls with this group, maybe, this one was different, but she wasn't going to take the chance and she saw them notice her basket. She covered her mouth with her hand to stop from screaming as she watched them from her hiding place.
