by Jirai » Wed Apr 24, 2013 1:37 pm
The flowers were simple things, wild spring blooms gathered on an afternoon free from work. The ribbon lacing the bouquet together, on the other hand, had been purchased at the market, coins that usually would have bought an ale or two willingly sacrificed. There was no accompanying note, the sender being illiterate, as many in Myrken were. Instead, the flowers had been delivered at the kitchen door, the recipient clearly specified. Dulcie.