Lessa of Grimwood Part 36

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Lessa of Grimwood

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Lessa entered into the peasant girl's home, and after a few awkward introductions sat down at the table with her family and began to eat some sort of stew cooked from their cauldron.

The family had only one cup that was filled from the family's stock of ale whenever empty and passed around the table upon request. It was a well made thing, and cast from lead, enhancing the flavor of the admittedly terrible booze.

The family consisted of the peasant girl's mother and father, her two older brothers and the eldest brother'swife who appeared either bloated or pregnant. The father was a pig, but kept neat. The eldest brother's wife was a newt and the rest were squirrels.

Lessa appreciated how their fluffy tails whipped about during their conversation. Lessa could feel she had thrown off the natural cadence of conversation but as the alcohol took effect and she felt the heat rise to her cheeks she did not mind so much.

Lessa noticed the second-born son kept stealing glances and shyly looking away when Lessa turned to meet it. While processing this and how she felt about it she realized she was beginning to tune out the peasant girl's rambling about her other siblings.

The peasant girl's other siblings were dead anyways but Lessa had enough social understanding to know she should be at least pretending to pay attention. Lessa was feeling dizzy, and her thoughts and attention kept drifting to the second-born boy. 'He seems just about my age, I wonder if he likes me? I bet he gives his eyes to all the village girls...' "Lecher..." Lessa accidentally said out loud to him, surprising him and rousing a chuckle from the others still seated. The boy blushed and looked embarrassed. Or maybe he was flush from drink as well.

"I want to lie down..." Lessa said standing up. "You're not listening!" The peasant girl shouted at Lessa as she finished the backwash in the cup. Lessa gagged and found what seemed to be the peasant girl's bed.

'She's a good friend' Lessa thought to herself 'what was her name? Tuffy? Something like this.' Lessa looked at the roof's shoddy thatching. She imagined there must be a great silent storm outside because it looked as though it kept moving to and fro.

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