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piosenniel · 02-18-2003, 01:46 PM

Pio stood in the Front Hall and looked about her. The two young girls had scampered off to fetch their mother or father she supposed, and being curious, she stepped through the rounded entrance to her left and into a long hallway. It was cool; no, not cool, but just a pleasant temperature here under the hill. A pleasant relief from the hot, midsummer’s day she had just ridden in.

On her left, as she walked slowly down the corridor was the entry way into the parlor and on her right, the drawing room. She knew she should probably go in to one of them and wait patiently, but the smell of something good to eat drew her further on to the kitchen just past the drawing room.

She peeked in, and seeing no one went in. There, in all their sumptuous glory, were set blackberry muffins on large wire racks on the wooden counter to cool. One of the berries, it seemed, winked at her from its pastry throne, its shiny black skin catching the light from the small kitchen fire. Laughing, she bowed courteously to it, and picked it up from its fellows. She bit into it, crumbs from the warm, plump muffin falling unheeded onto her vest.

‘Ah! This is wonderful!’ she said, her lips stained a dark red from the juice of the berries. She took another bite, and went searching for some milk to wash it down.

[ February 27, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

02-18-2003, 01:46 PM	#26
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Pio stood in the Front Hall and looked about her. The two young girls had scampered off to fetch their mother or father she supposed, and being curious, she stepped through the rounded entrance to her left and into a long hallway. It was cool; no, not cool, but just a pleasant temperature here under the hill. A pleasant relief from the hot, midsummer’s day she had just ridden in. On her left, as she walked slowly down the corridor was the entry way into the parlor and on her right, the drawing room. She knew she should probably go in to one of them and wait patiently, but the smell of something good to eat drew her further on to the kitchen just past the drawing room. She peeked in, and seeing no one went in. There, in all their sumptuous glory, were set blackberry muffins on large wire racks on the wooden counter to cool. One of the berries, it seemed, winked at her from its pastry throne, its shiny black skin catching the light from the small kitchen fire. Laughing, she bowed courteously to it, and picked it up from its fellows. She bit into it, crumbs from the warm, plump muffin falling unheeded onto her vest. ‘Ah! This is wonderful!’ she said, her lips stained a dark red from the juice of the berries. She took another bite, and went searching for some milk to wash it down. [ February 27, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.