And There Were Three: Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
amusing
Naien ~ part of chapter one
The evening was grey and misty. Melenyáriel the naien trotted swiftly through the trees, her thick, tortoiseshell fur fluffed against the cold. This was the coldest winter she had yet seen. Light snow was falling, collecting in a thin layer on the mossy ground and melting in minute drops on her fur. She stopped for a moment, tilting back her head to peer at the sky where it showed between the trees, and spotted a bird, its wings dark against the fading light. It might have been one of the Elenalië, but there was no way of telling.
A Day in the Life of a Footman
(this is a fictional account of an actual experience I had)
So you think being a chauffeur or footman is a boring job? You don’t want to be a servant? Well, let me tell you, while it's not always a piece of cake, being a footman has its perks. Like chocolate, for instance. However, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you about the night that I was a footman, photographer and assistant chauffeur.
Creating Memories
The evening was beautiful and cool. I felt very much in need of a pleasant, peaceful walk, having just been working hard in the garden weeding and picking beans and cucumbers.So I decided to go to the field and back, and maybe check for berries while I was there.