A Land to Call Their Own RPG

[Melisil]

Alora dangled her feet over the side of the wagon as they rode, she found it terribly fun going over all the bumps and jolts.

Lunch had been delicious, and surprisingly fun as a fox had first run through their picnic, spilling cider all over their clothes and food, and then there was the fact that old 'Mr. Chubb', as she had been instructed to call him, had tried to shoot the strange creature. He had missed and fallen into a large bramble of bushes. She had found this very funny, despite being scolded for laughing.

Now as she sat kicking her feet she listened to her aunt singing. It was a lovely song, she thought. She also heard her mum and dad speaking to each other. Alora both hated, and loved it when her parents did this.

She loved it because it was strangly comforting, but hated it because no matter how hard she tried, she could never hear all of what they were talking about.