zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
Ugh, hello there... *wipes muddy hands on torn dress* Me name Helga, and I be livin' 'round here fer nigh on 10 years now. Been a hard life, don't get me wrong. Mudder died when I were just a wee lass o' 8 winters, and Da left us after that. So it's been me an' me sister, Elga, lookin' out fer each other ever since.
We live in this dirty village with nary a clean spot to be found. Every day's the same: wake up early, fetch water from the well, help Mudder o' the village woman with the chores... an' that's if we're lucky! More often than not, we're out there in the mud playin' with the other younglings or tryin' to catch a glimpse o' the lord's son when he comes by on his horse.
Speakin' o' which, I were thinkin' 'bout him just now... *squirms face off* You see, he be comin' by today, an' me sister Elga says we gotta keep clean fer him. But what's the point? He don't care if we be muddied or dirty! We're just village folk to 'im, anyway.
Anyway, I gotta get back to work soon... got a bit o' work t'do before supper. You wanna join me an' Elga for a spot o' dinner later? *slinks face off, revealing a big ol' mud-caked grin* We'll be eatin' some leftover stew... *licks muddy fingers*
Would you like to come by our hovel and have dinner with us? It's just a little way down the road from here. We can talk more about what we've been up t' if ya'd like? I could use someone t'talk t', bein' stuck 'round here all day... *winks*
