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1300S - FLETCHER FARM MEETING - DAY 1 - Part 1
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1300S - FLETCHER FARM MEETING - DAY 1 - Part 1
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It was mid-morning on a fine spring day when Parson Bernard De Baskerville and his nieces arrived at the Fletcher Farm. Each of his nieces came bearing gifts for the three brothers; Colette had baked delicious loaves of milk bread, Isabelle had brought sachets of sweet-smelling herbs and Francesca had brought some lovely...er...rocks. Yep, rocks. Hey, it was a last-minute gift choice, what did you expect? Parson Bernard did not come empty-handed either, and had purchased a bottle of nectar at the market as a gift to Ian and Gwendolyn for hosting the meeting at the Fletcher Farm.
https://i.postimg.cc/WbXJ0jgX/meeting-gwendolyn.png
Gwendolyn, Ian and Parson Bernard seemed rather pleased with how everyone was getting along, and Gwendolyn suggested they head inside to warm by the fire and chat some more.
Once the introductions were made, each niece went up to one of the brothers and gave them their gift. Here is how some of the conversations went...
https://i.postimg.cc/bJBQ0hK7/they-all-seemed-to-be-getting-along-2.png
Colette looked at the three brothers and started to formulate a plan. She was here to get her sisters married and she would ensure that every brother would be vying for both her sisters' attention when she was done speaking with them. It is what she wanted, and then she could be left alone to look after Uncle Bernard. Colette knew that William was the heir, and chose him first. When he opened her gift he was very delighted.
https://i.postimg.cc/nccyy29d/gvign-a-gift-to-william.png
William: "Ahhh...the aroma...this smells delicious. How did you know I like to eat?"
Colette smiled sweetly: "I didn't, but anyone who works hard all day on a farm must work up a big appetite..."
https://i.postimg.cc/d11gpm1M/colette-and-william.png
William: "Yes, that is true."
Colette: "But you know, I couldn't have made this bread without the help of both of my sisters."
William looked at her curiously, "Oh...and how is that?"
Colette pointed:"Well, if it was not for my sister Francesca milking our cow, I wouldn't have had any milk. And if it was not for my sister Isabelle selling her needlepoint at the market to buy some flour, I wouldn't have had that either. So, you see, my sisters are really the reason I was able to bake this bread. They are quite gifted and truly wonderful..."
https://i.postimg.cc/NMknV2sq/my-sisters-are-wonderful.png
William scratched his head: "Yes...yes...they sound wonderful. But what about you? You were the one who made the bread..."
Colette just shook her head and laughed: "Oh, anyone can make milk bread, but the key is the ingredients. Without them, there is nothing. Don't you agree?"
https://i.postimg.cc/vTPN8Rx0/wiloiam-confused-look.png
And with that, she excused herself and went to another brother, leaving William staring after her shaking his head. Had Colette just promoted her sisters to him, or was she saying that she really hadn't baked the bread? Were women all like this, because William was rather confused. Maybe Colette was just shy and didn't feel comfortable talking about herself. He thought about this for a moment, and tore off a bit of bread and ate it and thought that whoever did bake the bread was certainly a good cook.
https://i.postimg.cc/G3szRbHB/great-milk-brad.png
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Francesca chose Reginald and handed him her gift. When he opened it, he looked rather surprised.
https://i.postimg.cc/tJMGSnkR/gving-a-gift-to-reg.png
Reginald: "You're giving me a rock?"
Francesca: "No, silly...it's a fossil. Look here you can see a claw imprint..."
Reginald looked closer and nodded his head, "I guess you could call it a claw..."
https://i.postimg.cc/vZ9whBVM/your-giving-me-a-rock.png
Francesca: "It IS a claw! Probably from a dragon who roamed the woods near the castle ruins..."
Reginald laughed: "I'm afraid not. Dragons don't exist. I would know, I ride in The Bramblewood everyday..."
Francesca: "Well, they do...maybe not now...but a long time ago...WAIT! Did you just say that you can ride? Do you own a horse?"
https://i.postimg.cc/zv39gXrs/did-you-say-you-ride-horses.png
Reginald: "Yes, I ride...but, sadly, I do not own my own horse. I will one day when I become a Knight...."
Francesca: "Oh, how exciting...so what's the horse's name? The one you like to ride..."
Reginald: "It's name? Oh, it's a Destrier...all of the horses in the Royal Stables are Destriers..."
Francesca: "Oh my plumbobs! No, not the horse's breed...the horse's name...if I had a horse I would call her Buttercup..."
Reginald: "I do not believe they have names, so they are all called Horse."
https://i.postimg.cc/8PHsmNq7/its-a-dragon-claw.png
Francesca: "Oh, that's so boring. Maybe I will have to come to the Royal Stables and name all the horses..."
Reginald guffawed: "Oh, and how many will you name Buttercup?"
Francesca looked at him indignantly: "Well, none of course, because Buttercup will be the name of MY horse..."
Francesca saw Colette approaching with her gift and figured that she should go and give her gifts to the other brothers, too.
Reginald: "Thank you for the gift. I am sure the rock will fit nicely in my slingshot..."
Francesca rolled her eyes: "It's NOT a rock...it's a fossil Hmph!"
Reginald looked after Francesca and wondered if she had just been witty or if she had really meant all of the things she had said. She certainly seemed to like horses, though. Maybe that was all you needed to choose a wife, someone who had a common interest. Reginald always thought there was more to it than that, but maybe having something in common was as good as it gets.
https://i.postimg.cc/htDs24v6/wondering-about-francesca.png
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Isabelle had quietly gone over to Thaddeus and noticed the scar on his face. It was long and deep and must have been rather painful when it happened. She looked hard at the scar, and then she saw Thaddeus looking directly at her.
https://i.postimg.cc/SQ2jPC0F/saw-him-looking-at-her-2.png
Isabelle: "Oh, forgive me. I didn't mean to stare...I just...well my Uncle told me that you had injured yourself in a woodworking accident and were sometimes troubled by pain. I brought you a gift that will help to ease your suffering..."
https://i.postimg.cc/0NPwRQYG/a-gift-for-you.png
Thaddeus looked at her strangely, but opened the gift and inhaled the contents, "Ahhh...it smells...so sweet..."
Isabelle: "Yes, it's a mixture of special herbs...rose, lavender and sage. I picked them myself. If you boil the sachet in some water and apply it to the afflicted area, it will feel better and your mood will be better, too..."
Thaddeus: "My mood...?"
Isabelle: "My Uncle also told me that when the pain comes that your mood changes. It is alright. My Uncle has that happen, too. When the weather changes, the pain in his bones hurts more and he gets rather grumpy. He tries to hide it, but I can tell how he feels by the expressions on his face..."
https://i.postimg.cc/VLqxpNRF/so-you-know-all-about-me.png
Thaddeus nodded and inhaled the sachet again, "Well, then, I guess you have me all figured out..."
Isabelle: "Not really, but I would like to know more. Perhaps you can tell me about your woodworking. What kinds of items do you make?"
Thaddeus looked at Isabelle astounded: "You want to know about my woodworking?"
https://i.postimg.cc/T3mJCyJR/you-ant-to-know-about-my-woodworking.png
Isabelle: "Why, yes. Is that so strange to want to find out about something that you like to do?"
Thaddeus: "Um...no...it's just...well...it's unexpected. Are you sure you don't want to talk about fashion?"
Isabelle: "Fashion? Whatever for? The only time I would want to talk about fashion is to find out about new colors that I could use in my needlework. I recently joined a Weaver's Guild and it's important to know what is popular so that your items will sell in the marketplace..."
Isabelle stopped suddenly and realized that Thaddeus was staring intently at her, "Oh gosh, I apologize for rambling on..."
https://i.postimg.cc/D0LNV79s/he-was-looking-at-her.png
Thaddeus: "No...you didn't ramble. I enjoyed hearing the enthusiasm in your voice when you talked about your needlework. I feel the same way about my woodworking. You must be quite good if you belong to a Weaver's Guild..."
Isabelle: "Well, I...I'm not sure, but I've developed quite a talent for it. My sister Colette told me that my mother was very skilled in needlework, so perhaps I have inherited her skill..."
They were both quiet for a moment and when Isabelle looked at Thaddeus, she felt herself blush.
https://i.postimg.cc/t4d3QKZP/sweet-photo-thaddeus-and-isabelle.png
Isabelle cleared her throat: "Oh, but enough about me...we were talking about your woodworking. I would be very interested in seeing some of the pieces that you've made. Is your workshop close by?"
Thaddeus: "It's actually at the next farm over..." he said and then paused as if he wanted to say something more.
Isabelle nodded her head, disappointment showing in her face: "Well, maybe another time then when we can be properly chaperoned..."
https://i.postimg.cc/mknHvWRQ/sad-isabelle.png
Thaddeus swallowed hard: "Yes...that would probably be wise..."
Isabelle saw her sister Colette approaching and realized that she had not spoken to the other brothers.
Isabelle: "I...I should go and give your brothers their gifts...it was a pleasure talking with you....Thaddeus..."
Thaddeus bowed slightly, "The pleasure was all mine...Isabelle..."
As Isabelle walked away, Thaddeus thought back to their conversation and realized that he wanted to know so much more about her. He had never met anyone like her. In fact, he wanted to know everything about her. How could he feel this way about Isabelle after such a brief encounter? His thoughts were jumbled and he was even thinking about speaking with her Uncle and asking if he might see Isabelle tomorrow.
https://i.postimg.cc/63h6BhVM/as-she-walked-awa.png
In fact, without even having to think twice, that is exactly what Thaddeus did.
https://i.postimg.cc/Hsp6pYT2/tat-is-exactly-what-thaddus-did.png
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Notes:
Under the rules, a "death roll" is normally done for the parents on Day 1; however, I have decided that those rolls will occur when the first child is born. I want everyone to be at least happy for a little while until possible tragedy occurs.
I know nothing about horses, but did some research and found out that the Destrier breed was the breed of horse used in the royal stables in medieval times. I also did research on herbs that were used to treat pain in medieval times, and these three ingredients were some of the herbs that were used.
https://i.postimg.cc/WbXJ0jgX/meeting-gwendolyn.png
Gwendolyn, Ian and Parson Bernard seemed rather pleased with how everyone was getting along, and Gwendolyn suggested they head inside to warm by the fire and chat some more.
Once the introductions were made, each niece went up to one of the brothers and gave them their gift. Here is how some of the conversations went...
https://i.postimg.cc/bJBQ0hK7/they-all-seemed-to-be-getting-along-2.png
Colette looked at the three brothers and started to formulate a plan. She was here to get her sisters married and she would ensure that every brother would be vying for both her sisters' attention when she was done speaking with them. It is what she wanted, and then she could be left alone to look after Uncle Bernard. Colette knew that William was the heir, and chose him first. When he opened her gift he was very delighted.
https://i.postimg.cc/nccyy29d/gvign-a-gift-to-william.png
William: "Ahhh...the aroma...this smells delicious. How did you know I like to eat?"
Colette smiled sweetly: "I didn't, but anyone who works hard all day on a farm must work up a big appetite..."
https://i.postimg.cc/d11gpm1M/colette-and-william.png
William: "Yes, that is true."
Colette: "But you know, I couldn't have made this bread without the help of both of my sisters."
William looked at her curiously, "Oh...and how is that?"
Colette pointed:"Well, if it was not for my sister Francesca milking our cow, I wouldn't have had any milk. And if it was not for my sister Isabelle selling her needlepoint at the market to buy some flour, I wouldn't have had that either. So, you see, my sisters are really the reason I was able to bake this bread. They are quite gifted and truly wonderful..."
https://i.postimg.cc/NMknV2sq/my-sisters-are-wonderful.png
William scratched his head: "Yes...yes...they sound wonderful. But what about you? You were the one who made the bread..."
Colette just shook her head and laughed: "Oh, anyone can make milk bread, but the key is the ingredients. Without them, there is nothing. Don't you agree?"
https://i.postimg.cc/vTPN8Rx0/wiloiam-confused-look.png
And with that, she excused herself and went to another brother, leaving William staring after her shaking his head. Had Colette just promoted her sisters to him, or was she saying that she really hadn't baked the bread? Were women all like this, because William was rather confused. Maybe Colette was just shy and didn't feel comfortable talking about herself. He thought about this for a moment, and tore off a bit of bread and ate it and thought that whoever did bake the bread was certainly a good cook.
https://i.postimg.cc/G3szRbHB/great-milk-brad.png
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Francesca chose Reginald and handed him her gift. When he opened it, he looked rather surprised.
https://i.postimg.cc/tJMGSnkR/gving-a-gift-to-reg.png
Reginald: "You're giving me a rock?"
Francesca: "No, silly...it's a fossil. Look here you can see a claw imprint..."
Reginald looked closer and nodded his head, "I guess you could call it a claw..."
https://i.postimg.cc/vZ9whBVM/your-giving-me-a-rock.png
Francesca: "It IS a claw! Probably from a dragon who roamed the woods near the castle ruins..."
Reginald laughed: "I'm afraid not. Dragons don't exist. I would know, I ride in The Bramblewood everyday..."
Francesca: "Well, they do...maybe not now...but a long time ago...WAIT! Did you just say that you can ride? Do you own a horse?"
https://i.postimg.cc/zv39gXrs/did-you-say-you-ride-horses.png
Reginald: "Yes, I ride...but, sadly, I do not own my own horse. I will one day when I become a Knight...."
Francesca: "Oh, how exciting...so what's the horse's name? The one you like to ride..."
Reginald: "It's name? Oh, it's a Destrier...all of the horses in the Royal Stables are Destriers..."
Francesca: "Oh my plumbobs! No, not the horse's breed...the horse's name...if I had a horse I would call her Buttercup..."
Reginald: "I do not believe they have names, so they are all called Horse."
https://i.postimg.cc/8PHsmNq7/its-a-dragon-claw.png
Francesca: "Oh, that's so boring. Maybe I will have to come to the Royal Stables and name all the horses..."
Reginald guffawed: "Oh, and how many will you name Buttercup?"
Francesca looked at him indignantly: "Well, none of course, because Buttercup will be the name of MY horse..."
Francesca saw Colette approaching with her gift and figured that she should go and give her gifts to the other brothers, too.
Reginald: "Thank you for the gift. I am sure the rock will fit nicely in my slingshot..."
Francesca rolled her eyes: "It's NOT a rock...it's a fossil Hmph!"
Reginald looked after Francesca and wondered if she had just been witty or if she had really meant all of the things she had said. She certainly seemed to like horses, though. Maybe that was all you needed to choose a wife, someone who had a common interest. Reginald always thought there was more to it than that, but maybe having something in common was as good as it gets.
https://i.postimg.cc/htDs24v6/wondering-about-francesca.png
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Isabelle had quietly gone over to Thaddeus and noticed the scar on his face. It was long and deep and must have been rather painful when it happened. She looked hard at the scar, and then she saw Thaddeus looking directly at her.
https://i.postimg.cc/SQ2jPC0F/saw-him-looking-at-her-2.png
Isabelle: "Oh, forgive me. I didn't mean to stare...I just...well my Uncle told me that you had injured yourself in a woodworking accident and were sometimes troubled by pain. I brought you a gift that will help to ease your suffering..."
https://i.postimg.cc/0NPwRQYG/a-gift-for-you.png
Thaddeus looked at her strangely, but opened the gift and inhaled the contents, "Ahhh...it smells...so sweet..."
Isabelle: "Yes, it's a mixture of special herbs...rose, lavender and sage. I picked them myself. If you boil the sachet in some water and apply it to the afflicted area, it will feel better and your mood will be better, too..."
Thaddeus: "My mood...?"
Isabelle: "My Uncle also told me that when the pain comes that your mood changes. It is alright. My Uncle has that happen, too. When the weather changes, the pain in his bones hurts more and he gets rather grumpy. He tries to hide it, but I can tell how he feels by the expressions on his face..."
https://i.postimg.cc/VLqxpNRF/so-you-know-all-about-me.png
Thaddeus nodded and inhaled the sachet again, "Well, then, I guess you have me all figured out..."
Isabelle: "Not really, but I would like to know more. Perhaps you can tell me about your woodworking. What kinds of items do you make?"
Thaddeus looked at Isabelle astounded: "You want to know about my woodworking?"
https://i.postimg.cc/T3mJCyJR/you-ant-to-know-about-my-woodworking.png
Isabelle: "Why, yes. Is that so strange to want to find out about something that you like to do?"
Thaddeus: "Um...no...it's just...well...it's unexpected. Are you sure you don't want to talk about fashion?"
Isabelle: "Fashion? Whatever for? The only time I would want to talk about fashion is to find out about new colors that I could use in my needlework. I recently joined a Weaver's Guild and it's important to know what is popular so that your items will sell in the marketplace..."
Isabelle stopped suddenly and realized that Thaddeus was staring intently at her, "Oh gosh, I apologize for rambling on..."
https://i.postimg.cc/D0LNV79s/he-was-looking-at-her.png
Thaddeus: "No...you didn't ramble. I enjoyed hearing the enthusiasm in your voice when you talked about your needlework. I feel the same way about my woodworking. You must be quite good if you belong to a Weaver's Guild..."
Isabelle: "Well, I...I'm not sure, but I've developed quite a talent for it. My sister Colette told me that my mother was very skilled in needlework, so perhaps I have inherited her skill..."
They were both quiet for a moment and when Isabelle looked at Thaddeus, she felt herself blush.
https://i.postimg.cc/t4d3QKZP/sweet-photo-thaddeus-and-isabelle.png
Isabelle cleared her throat: "Oh, but enough about me...we were talking about your woodworking. I would be very interested in seeing some of the pieces that you've made. Is your workshop close by?"
Thaddeus: "It's actually at the next farm over..." he said and then paused as if he wanted to say something more.
Isabelle nodded her head, disappointment showing in her face: "Well, maybe another time then when we can be properly chaperoned..."
https://i.postimg.cc/mknHvWRQ/sad-isabelle.png
Thaddeus swallowed hard: "Yes...that would probably be wise..."
Isabelle saw her sister Colette approaching and realized that she had not spoken to the other brothers.
Isabelle: "I...I should go and give your brothers their gifts...it was a pleasure talking with you....Thaddeus..."
Thaddeus bowed slightly, "The pleasure was all mine...Isabelle..."
As Isabelle walked away, Thaddeus thought back to their conversation and realized that he wanted to know so much more about her. He had never met anyone like her. In fact, he wanted to know everything about her. How could he feel this way about Isabelle after such a brief encounter? His thoughts were jumbled and he was even thinking about speaking with her Uncle and asking if he might see Isabelle tomorrow.
https://i.postimg.cc/63h6BhVM/as-she-walked-awa.png
In fact, without even having to think twice, that is exactly what Thaddeus did.
https://i.postimg.cc/Hsp6pYT2/tat-is-exactly-what-thaddus-did.png
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Notes:
Under the rules, a "death roll" is normally done for the parents on Day 1; however, I have decided that those rolls will occur when the first child is born. I want everyone to be at least happy for a little while until possible tragedy occurs.
I know nothing about horses, but did some research and found out that the Destrier breed was the breed of horse used in the royal stables in medieval times. I also did research on herbs that were used to treat pain in medieval times, and these three ingredients were some of the herbs that were used.
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