010: Poor Serving Wench

[livingmyths]

But a poor serving wench am I, trapped in this building where I must slave away, except for the few moments like now when I can escape to the roof of the building.

Oh, these few moments of near freedom! Seeing the blue of the sky, the brightness of the sun, hearing the wind and the calls of the birds!

I stand here and dream, wishing that I was a fine lady, too, wishing that my life - just even for a day - would be one of ease and beauty. That one day a good and kind man would find me and perhaps fall in love with me.

Or at least take me away from this life of drudgery to one where life was not so hopeless.

Comments

[pitfallen.livejournal.com]

Just beat the crap out of whoever's keeping you. Stop making females look bad.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

I cannot. They are far stronger than I!

[pitfallen.livejournal.com]

Get some big, solid thing to knock 'em out with, then.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

I dare not. They would throw me out onto the streets and then what would happen to me? No job, no protection - little as is offered here...

I would... Unspeakable things would happen to me.

[pitfallen.livejournal.com]

Hey, I've gone without work for long stretches of time before, too. Long as y'find someone who doesn't ask any questions, it ain't that hard.

....... Unspeakable?

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

The men who roam the streets. They would... violate me.

And then no respectable household would ever take me in. I would be forced to a life on the streets.

[pitfallen.livejournal.com]

....... Wow. You really are in sorry shape, sister. It's embarrassing.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

I am embarrassed to have been brought so low, yes.

[pitfallen.livejournal.com]

So.... I dunno, exercise or something! Toughen up! Learn how to run really fast!

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

There is not much room for running in the place where I work. Nor are the skirts conducive to it.

Yet, I will give some thought to what you suggest.

[caf-pow-girl.livejournal.com]

...Ocean?

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Yes, it is I, Ocean Rain.

Are you another poor servant?

[caf-pow-girl.livejournal.com]

Nope. I'm just Abby.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Lady Abby!

Oh, I do beg your pardon for not recognizing you at first. Despite the difference in our stations you have always been most kind and generous to me.

[caf-pow-girl.livejournal.com]

Lady?

Uh...Sure....

So um...you want to come over and get away from that work for a bit?

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

You would rescue me?

[caf-pow-girl.livejournal.com]

Sure!

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Think you that those I work for would allow you to come for me?

Oh, and I have been lent on another errand for later. I am to work for a friend of the Iron Prince.

[caf-pow-girl.livejournal.com]

Uh...this guy got a name?

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

Tisk~tisk, ever such great terror indeed.

Perhaps you ought to end it, now.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

End it, Mum?

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

Oh, a touch of the poison, a bite of the blade, some here, some there, some e~very~where.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Oh no, Mum! Such a thing is a sin!

[shall-yield-us.livejournal.com]

Your face reeks of one grander, ugly, vicious thing!

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

What do you mean, Mum? I'm sure I don't know.