Monday, January 25, 2010

Prudence - Part something - twoish - very very draft

The rain is so loud on the canvas roof of the wagon, that I cannot even hear the person next to me speak.  How do people in the countryside sleep , wondered Prudence, withh all the raicous wildlife debaunchery carrying on in the night. 

Prudence was most sincerely regretting her foolish agreeance to this job opportunity.  It is quite ridiculous.  Who hires a households worth of servants and ships them out to the countryside for the summer?  What had she let herself in for? 

Admittedly all the staff were as they should be.  The Butler would only speak to Senior Servants.  The Housekeeper looked like she stuffed lemons up her arse for fun.  The housemaids were having a very good time with the caravan guards.  Perhaps she should be more suspicious surrounded by such archetypes?  Things were too normal. 

Or as normal as they could be in a caravan train in the forrest in the rain surrounded by sex crazed amphbians.  Did they have to be so loud?

Okay, she admitted, it was nice to be out of the house.  Lucius had let her handle the reins of the kitchen wagon.  Joshua had let her tag along on a hunting trip.  He'd even let her have a go with his bow.  Only she hadn't been able to draw it.  Judith had taught her some songs, though she didn't know where she would be able to sing them unless she changed the lyrics significantly.  Were it not for the frogs depriving her of sleep and her worries about her future, she would be enjoying life on the road.

Judith says the dark haired boy with the earring's name is Fergus.  It's been two weeks and he still looks like he is laughing at me.  I am totally going to say something next time.
Maybe.

Probably not.
Joshua says travellers can't be trusted and that respectable girls shouldn't be alone with them.
I have no great urge to be alone with him.  Unlike half the housegirls I encounter who all seem to be conveniently dropping things in his vicinity or tripping or accidentially tearing their skirts off.  Who did Amelia think she was kidding with that anyway?  As if?

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