Post by Yrsa on Feb 21, 2024 14:48:12 GMT -5
(For Kasper Van Zant)
Yrsa was out and about that afternoon, not for leisure of course. It was her turn to fetch water from the river that day. Her least favorite chore. The water buckets were heavy even while empty, but once water was added…her shoulders were always terribly sore by the time she made it home. She would never complain about it out loud. Her father did not raise weak children that complained—especially when it came to his daughters.
She reached the river and heaved the carrying pole off her shoulders, the buckets landing on the ground with a heavy thunk!. Giving her shoulders a soothing role, she knelt on the ground and reached for one of the buckets to dip into the water.
Yrsa was out and about that afternoon, not for leisure of course. It was her turn to fetch water from the river that day. Her least favorite chore. The water buckets were heavy even while empty, but once water was added…her shoulders were always terribly sore by the time she made it home. She would never complain about it out loud. Her father did not raise weak children that complained—especially when it came to his daughters.
She reached the river and heaved the carrying pole off her shoulders, the buckets landing on the ground with a heavy thunk!. Giving her shoulders a soothing role, she knelt on the ground and reached for one of the buckets to dip into the water.
