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In a regular sized house, an old woman sat in a rocking chair with her hands in her lap, rocking back and forward. She enjoyed the warmth of the fire as it radiated from the fireplace.
Her dark green eyes dimmed as the years past by.
She sat there, minding her own business when her granddaughter of nine came in and plopped herself down at her feet.
“I know, but I want to hear in again. Your story with grandfather is very romantic,”
“Thanks, mom,” Rosa said before she went back into the kitchen. The grandmother and Moira got comfortable in her rocking chair near the fire.
“Rosa, let’s making a deal. She can stayed up and listens to the story,” the grandmother said to the mother. The little girl cheered with delight. The old woman turned to the little girl and said “but Moira, you have to help your mom with the chores all next week.”
She enjoyed the warmth of the fire as it radiated from the fireplace.
Her long black hair was now white with old age.
Her dark green eyes dimmed as the years past by.
“Rosa, let’s making a deal. She can stayed up and listens to the story,”
Her face was wrinkled with time.
Her long, once black hair was now white [s]with old age[/s].
Her dark green eyes had dimmed with the years [s]passed by.[/s]
Your story with grandfather is very interesting and adventurous,”
The old woman turned to the little girl and said “but Moira, you have to help your mom with the chores all next week.”
kissthewitch wrote:This is a cute prologue! It is a prologue, right?
Here's an idea: I'm assuming that this is a prologue and the whole rest of the story will be Eirian's tale of how she met Moira's grandfather. So, if that's the case, it would be interesting to have no names in this part. And then the grandmother would go into the whole story about the grandfather and the Elemental Gem and everything. That would keep everything a little more mysterious, too. Right now, I don't really care about Rosa or Moira, and I'll probably forget about them, since Eirian's story will take place before they were born.
Otherwise, I think this is going to be great! Keep writing, PM me if you need anything.
She enjoyed the warmth of the fire as it radiated from the hearth. Her face was wrinkled with time. Her long, once black hair was now white with old age. Her dark green eyes had dimmed with the years passed by. She sat there, minding her own business when her granddaughter came in and plopped herself down at her feet.
“Mom, have you seen Moira?” the little girl’s mother inquired as she came to the doorway.