Foundling
From Create Your Own Story
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Current revision as of 16:09, 27 January 2020
The sun beats down on you as you toil in the fields. It's hot, and sweat runs down your brow as you work your clothes sticking to your back as the summer heat makes you wish you could be in a cool stream instead of a farm.
There's nothing to be done for it though, the farm needs tending to and your father never quite had enough to hire the help needed so that you could relax instead. it wasn't all bad, but it was the talk of the village that your father let a 'feeble farmgirl' such as yourself do back breaking work.
You pay those people no heed. You're not some empty headed brat who'd weep at the first sigh of hard work, despite what other people might think if you.
Though you suppose it might be that way because many weren't able to picture a pretty girl like you doing hard labour.
They had other ideas for you, if the number of boys and men alike that approached you were anything to go by. They had words for you other than pretty; beautiful, gorgeous, the occasional 'sexy' comment and more from bolder men you preferred not to repeat even in your head. They usually spoke to you under the guise of flattery and courtship, even if you knew full well what they were really after most of the time.
Maybe not from personal experience, but your father had been very clear on means desires and what to avoid, and for your whole life other than a chaste kiss once or twice you'd remained pure.
Which of course brought more people to your fathers door. You weren't all to interested in it to be honest, not because you didn't have the desire, you were young, inexperienced and plenty curious, but the idea of being with anyone in this backwater little village was... Boring.
Sometimes, at night, you wished that would change and something new would happen.
