"Give me a word that means destiny and doom."
Monroe lifted her gaze, her head still angled down, and her face gave the look of a simmering glower. "What?"
"A word that means destiny and doom."
She bit down on her lip to keep from saying something much too rude for some child to hear. If she were more pressed for time, perhaps Monroe would have ruined the young girl's day. "A word with literal meaning? As in, dual meaning to a single word?" She inquired instead.
"Well, no..." The girl said, glancing down at her boots.
Monroe needed a horse to take her back to Astenvale. After some weeks traveling, she happened upon some boar hens on the road. Scary things when seen up close, hens that looks avian enough but at the size and weight of boars? Sounded like them too. In order to evade them, for there were too many to fend off, Monroe had to climb a tree. All day, and all night, until dawn crested above and turned leave yellow, the boar hens moved on.
In her haste, Monroe had no clue how she climbed up so fast... nor how the fuck she was going to get down. After some apprehensive lowering, Monroe made great progress in getting back down on the ground until the last jump. A misjudgement cost her a sprained ankle, and a passing farmer took pity on the traveling knight hobbling slowly down the road.
He took her here, to his farm, and told her he would find her a nice steed to take her all the way back to Astenvale... only that sure seemed to be taking a while. His daughter, for they shared the same flame of red hair, found Monroe first.
"I read it in a book. I liked it and now I ask every one if they know the word."
Monroe sat up from the wagon, her sore foot dangling. She fixed her gaze on the child and sighed. "Can I get a hint?"
"No... that would be too easy!" The girl smiled, acting bashful.
Monroe could not hold it in, for she rolled her eyes and said. "Then you clearly lack the art of being vague." Turned her gaze away so as to not see if the girl frowned or not. "Does your father have many horses?"
"Yes, he does. They used to work the fields before we got oxen. I named them all, you know!" The girl said happily, leaving no sign if Monroe's light jab hurt her feelings or not. "That one there is Banana."
Banana, a foreign fruit of yellow hue, had no resemblance to the horse named Banana at all. Knowing it's name, Monroe gave it a slight scrutinous look as the farmer lead the spotted horse over towards the waiting Knight. "A sweet mare she is. I think she will get on with you..."
The farmer had helped Monroe tie her gear to the saddle bags before trying to refuse Monroe's offer of gold. He insisted it was too much, but Monroe found a way to convince him. "Use it to buy more books for her. She seems to learn plenty from her reading." Rare for a farmer's daughter to read, but the farmer made comment that he learned to keep things orderly on the farm and surrounds. Decided to teach his daughter so that she too had the skill.
Astenvale according to the map would take over a week to travel to it's borders, and after two days on the road, Monroe's foot was not getting any better. She was not so gifted with any of the Pursuits, enough to get by with Fire and Life, but her own work barely did anything to help the swelling in her ankle. She needed to make a stop, find a medic or perhaps some drink for the rest of the journey home. An hour later, she was directed by people passing towards the crossroads inn.
Monroe lifted her gaze, her head still angled down, and her face gave the look of a simmering glower. "What?"
"A word that means destiny and doom."
She bit down on her lip to keep from saying something much too rude for some child to hear. If she were more pressed for time, perhaps Monroe would have ruined the young girl's day. "A word with literal meaning? As in, dual meaning to a single word?" She inquired instead.
"Well, no..." The girl said, glancing down at her boots.
Monroe needed a horse to take her back to Astenvale. After some weeks traveling, she happened upon some boar hens on the road. Scary things when seen up close, hens that looks avian enough but at the size and weight of boars? Sounded like them too. In order to evade them, for there were too many to fend off, Monroe had to climb a tree. All day, and all night, until dawn crested above and turned leave yellow, the boar hens moved on.
In her haste, Monroe had no clue how she climbed up so fast... nor how the fuck she was going to get down. After some apprehensive lowering, Monroe made great progress in getting back down on the ground until the last jump. A misjudgement cost her a sprained ankle, and a passing farmer took pity on the traveling knight hobbling slowly down the road.
He took her here, to his farm, and told her he would find her a nice steed to take her all the way back to Astenvale... only that sure seemed to be taking a while. His daughter, for they shared the same flame of red hair, found Monroe first.
"I read it in a book. I liked it and now I ask every one if they know the word."
Monroe sat up from the wagon, her sore foot dangling. She fixed her gaze on the child and sighed. "Can I get a hint?"
"No... that would be too easy!" The girl smiled, acting bashful.
Monroe could not hold it in, for she rolled her eyes and said. "Then you clearly lack the art of being vague." Turned her gaze away so as to not see if the girl frowned or not. "Does your father have many horses?"
"Yes, he does. They used to work the fields before we got oxen. I named them all, you know!" The girl said happily, leaving no sign if Monroe's light jab hurt her feelings or not. "That one there is Banana."
Banana, a foreign fruit of yellow hue, had no resemblance to the horse named Banana at all. Knowing it's name, Monroe gave it a slight scrutinous look as the farmer lead the spotted horse over towards the waiting Knight. "A sweet mare she is. I think she will get on with you..."
The farmer had helped Monroe tie her gear to the saddle bags before trying to refuse Monroe's offer of gold. He insisted it was too much, but Monroe found a way to convince him. "Use it to buy more books for her. She seems to learn plenty from her reading." Rare for a farmer's daughter to read, but the farmer made comment that he learned to keep things orderly on the farm and surrounds. Decided to teach his daughter so that she too had the skill.
Astenvale according to the map would take over a week to travel to it's borders, and after two days on the road, Monroe's foot was not getting any better. She was not so gifted with any of the Pursuits, enough to get by with Fire and Life, but her own work barely did anything to help the swelling in her ankle. She needed to make a stop, find a medic or perhaps some drink for the rest of the journey home. An hour later, she was directed by people passing towards the crossroads inn.