#VS: Bransen Landvik

[mystical-evergreen]

Mari's sister and grandmother had dispersed quickly to gather their wood from the day. The red head was left to wallow in guilt and shame, awaiting her family's punishment for her behavior. So consumed by her thoughts she almost failed to notice a well dressed young man approach her.

After a moment she recognized the boy as the Squire's son, Bransen Landvik.

The Squire's heir began speaking about Mari's squabble first. To her surprise, Bransen thought of Helene Cecil as a snot. The children laughed as they started to whisper about the Steward's daughter.

"About time someone put Helene into her place! She acts as if she is the Royal Steward!"

Mari thought it was safe to call Bran (the boy had insisted on the nickname) a friend.

[mystical-evergreen]

Romance continues to entrap Mary Everille. Bjorn has never looked so good until that hot summer day. And that's saying something, the two elders have known each other for 40 years!

(A long forest post to wrap up the last family trip out :) )

The good Steward Cecil ignores his peasant infidality, for now.

Mari, who's suppose to be collecting the last of the summer fruit, is distracting by beautiful woman. Something about the raven-hair draws Mari to her, something supernatural. Cateline Harper, a wise woman, is amused by the girl.

Mari spied another friend and hastily says goodbye to her new aquiantance. Cateline meadered to the oldest Everille daughter. Sybil had picked up her sister's slack, carefully picking ripe berries.

"Good morrow, sir."

"Bran to you when my family isn't here Mari."

"Freya says there's talk of 'royal tennis' coming to court when the nobles arrive. It's played with racquets!"

"I can scarcely imagine people like your father chasing after a little brown ball."

"Your granddaughter is an excellent servant and very polite. You've raised her quite well. I would, however, hate for my kind thoughts of your family be spoiled by your other granddaughter fraternizing with my son. She's made a reputation of being quite hostile."

"Of course my Lady, I'll correct her at once."