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Ruins Meridith the dwelf, who was only ten turns of the wheel, but looked fourteen, banged the stick against the blue wood as she walked past the living wagon of the Old Man. "What's all the fuss about?" The Old Man, who looked full human to Meridith, grunted as his door slammed open. Meridith looked up the steps at the Old Man. "I'm bored! "Well now. That I can understand, but why are you banging on my wagon with a stick?" "Because, I'm booorrred!" She said as plainly and as loudly as she could. At the look on her beautiful, face, the Old Man sighed and his anger melted. "Well, it's not good for young ladies to be booorrred. Let's go and in

Pushing Back     Meridith was walking back to the living wagon carrying a bucket of water that seemed too big for her. Why the bucket was so large was due to a combination of her dwarven mom’s practicality and her own unusual strength. As a dwelf, Meridith could carry the weight of the water a greater distance than any other ten year old child in the Known Lands. As she walked she thought of Annabell. She was probably thirsty from eating all her hay and how soft her black nose was...     Meridith’s imaginings were interrupted by the cumbersome bucket being knocked out of her arms. The water did not soak into the dark soil, but

Caught     “And that’s what really happened.” Meridith cried as her mother led her by the ear and hauled her back towards their living wagon on the west side of the field.     “I know what really happened and you better not try to blame anyone else this time.” Her mother scolded her.     “But it was Robart’s fault. He told me to take the ring.” Meridith wailed, her ear smarting terribly.     Her mother pulled Meridith up short and let go of her ear, which the dwelf figured was as red as a strawberry. She massaged her smarting appendage and looked at her mother’s throat. Though she was

Robarts Smile The open air market was busy and Meridith’s new found companion was reckless and that raised her curiosity of him. Also he had a cute smile. She had met Robart only an hour ago. He had tagged along with her and her mother as they moved about looking at the items, trinkets, and cloths for sale or trade. As her mother was haggling over the price of a couple of yards of red cloth, the boy had left her side and urged her to come with him. Slipping from her mother’s sight they were standing beside a small table at the entrance to a seller woman’s stall. He was pointing to a red crystal ring that shone brilliantly

When? “Want to see something cool”? Meridith asked excitedly, hoping to impress. The group of older boys watched her eagerly. Reaching out she took the largest of the boys in a bear hug and lifted him off of the ground. He squirmed but the tall girl’s strength was too much for him. The other boys hooted and hollered at the pinned boy’s predicament. His face turned red. “Put me down you monster!” He yelled wriggling one arm free and hitting her across the face. Meridith dropped the boy in confusion as tears began to well up in her eyes. She watched as he stalked off, the other four in tow. She ran to the ga