Arina's Ironic Figures: A Narrative Fiction
Chpt 1
Arina sat on her usual tree stump, dipping her bare feet into the water and watching the ripples of movement. She often came here when she was bored. Nothing ever felt better than feeling the cold water around her bruised feet. She sighed as she placed her basket filled to the rim with fresh flowers onto the fresh grass and looked up at the sky through the trees surrounding the small pond. For as long as she remembered she had lived in this little cottage, her caregiver stopping by then and again to make sure she was all right and well. Sometimes she would bring fresh food, not knowing she had taught herself to hunt for her own food. She never turned down the gift basket filled with fruit and bread, all things she couldn't find herself. …show more content…
"Was that today? I must have forgotten." She sighed and walked over to shut the door that had been left open.
"You must have less of a brain than I thought if you forgot." The door closed with little effort and the old woman plopped into a chair starring down at her bare feet. "Arina, why must you walk around barefoot at all times? A young lady must always wear shoes."
Arina sighed and looked down at her own, small feet covered in dirt and grass. "I like the feeling of the forest beneath my feet. It comforts me. And must I remind you Beth I am no lady, just a forest girl. I have no need for shoes."She waved off the scoff from Beth and walked over to the makeshift kitchen and grabbed a beat up cup. "Would you care for some water? It must
have been tiring for you to be searching for me." Beth nodded shrugging off her hood and letting the wool cloak limp against the back of the chair, Arina carefully pouring her some water and placing the cup in her hands.
"What brings you here this time?" She asked plainly, leaning against the small counter that acted as her kitchen, and looked at the old woman. There was always a different reason she visited every week. Sometimes she would visit far more, saying she had dreams of Arina being in harms
Arina sat on her usual tree stump, dipping her bare feet into the water and watching the ripples of movement. She often came here when she was bored. Nothing ever felt better than feeling the cold water around her bruised feet. She sighed as she placed her basket filled to the rim with fresh flowers onto the fresh grass and looked up at the sky through the trees surrounding the small pond. For as long as she remembered she had lived in this little cottage, her caregiver stopping by then and again to make sure she was all right and well. Sometimes she would bring fresh food, not knowing she had taught herself to hunt for her own food. She never turned down the gift basket filled with fruit and bread, all things she couldn't find herself. …show more content…
"Was that today? I must have forgotten." She sighed and walked over to shut the door that had been left open.
"You must have less of a brain than I thought if you forgot." The door closed with little effort and the old woman plopped into a chair starring down at her bare feet. "Arina, why must you walk around barefoot at all times? A young lady must always wear shoes."
Arina sighed and looked down at her own, small feet covered in dirt and grass. "I like the feeling of the forest beneath my feet. It comforts me. And must I remind you Beth I am no lady, just a forest girl. I have no need for shoes."She waved off the scoff from Beth and walked over to the makeshift kitchen and grabbed a beat up cup. "Would you care for some water? It must
have been tiring for you to be searching for me." Beth nodded shrugging off her hood and letting the wool cloak limp against the back of the chair, Arina carefully pouring her some water and placing the cup in her hands.
"What brings you here this time?" She asked plainly, leaning against the small counter that acted as her kitchen, and looked at the old woman. There was always a different reason she visited every week. Sometimes she would visit far more, saying she had dreams of Arina being in harms