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[!] In the early afternoon a neatly wrote letter was pinned to the notice board.

 

Dear fellow wee-folk,

It is with a heavy heart that I admit to being bedridden with an illness seemingly unknown and incurable. I have sent dozens of letters out to those of the highest degree in medical studies and care however each was responded to with equal confusion. Though all with a similar instruction, and that being to stay in bed and rest. So as much as it pains me to leave my children with only one capable father and you all with one less pair of hands. I must keep to what I have been recommended. However I have no doubt one day in the future I will be back and walking around; smoking, farming and drinking in our wonderful tavern. Living the simple life which I have so grown to love. But for now that is not possible and as such I would like to ask of all of you to keep care of my children. I trust Theodore will do a wonderful job looking after them. Though I do not want to burden him with being the sole care giver. As even I must admit; it can grow tiring and leave a man, or woman, weak and without much personal hobbies. So I trust that all of the halflings will keep an eye and care over my children; as together we all make up one happy family who yearn for the simple life. But as much as our life is simple, sometimes its complicated. And that is my relationship with Theodore... I have heard rumours that we are struggling together as a married couple. However, as much as there is some faint truth behind that statement. It is also simply something every couple goes through. And something that will and already has brought me and Theodore closer together. So next time you wish to gossip about me and my husbands love life. Please refrain from thinking the worst.  As we are simply a married couple.  And all issues that come up we will work through together. As in my vows I said I would stick with him forever. And I truly meant that. So as much as I am not of much use now. My husband will forever have my support and I will do whatever I can to aid him. Even if I am confined to just this room. Now finally I'd like to ask that no-one worries about me. As with Knox in my heart, and my family with me whether it be in spirit or person. I know I will end up okay. 

- Bassett Mudfoot-Mowood

 

PS: If you need to talk with me please send letters directly to me; as this Knox awful illness prevents me from walking to our mail-box.

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“Darn ‘t, oi liked tha’ one” says Filibert Applefoot

 

“Shame tha’ ‘e’s sick”

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Jeannette Applebottom grew increasingly upset reading over this letter. She plodded back to her home and decided to bake some cookies to cheer up her day, though she shed a few tears in the process.

I hope Sorrel and Bear are ok.

He was the first person I talked to from Brandybrook...

Were her only thoughts as the tray of cookie dough went into the oven, the girl lacking the usual excitement this would bring.

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Bear Mowood listened quietly as Sorrel read the letter to her, not knowing how to read, herself, yet. The small halfling child didn't quite understand all of it, and how to process it, but her shoulders slumped and the corners of her mouth drooped nonetheless. "Bass is sick?" She then murmured out to confirm what she had understood. Upon getting the confirmation, she just let out a sorrowful exhale, lingering for a moment as she processed that. 

She then promptly scurried off - Probably to go look for bugs, or something, to cope with her worries.

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