“You’re going to have to leave.” The farmer’s voice was rough, and the hand he extended towards the woman was just as harsh.
The woman made no sound, her chapped lips barely parted as she was thrown out of the barn. She laid on the cold ground for only a moment, closing her eyes to plant a kiss on the bundle of dirty blankets before gathering her skirts to run.
The farmer mumbled under his breath when he saw that she had left the only thing she had been carrying, and reached down to pick it up. His mouth took a downward tilt when he saw the silent contents the blankets held together. The small girl blinked up at his hard and groove-set face, her eyes wide and shockingly blue.
Tiana aka Bofur: "Mother what are you doing?" Felicita asked as her mother slid off the horse. "You will go faster without me and the baby" she pulled the blanket around the baby's face. "I am not leaving you" she protested "Felicita think about it the Raiders will be so set on following you they won't even know i have left." Felicita growled "i guess" she sighed "now go!" Felicita kicked her horse into a gallop and sped away. She heard horses not far away, she dodged around tres trying to get away. Felicita looked behind her torchlight glowed on the tres not far away. They jumped over a fallen log, her horse tripped. She fell off. Her horse got up and ran into the dark woods. Felicita glanced behind her, horses were coming into view. She got up to run but it was too late. They were on her.
Regina aka Boromir: The gypsy cradled her baby in her arms as she huddled closer to the campfire, eying her companions who were talking in low voices and drinking their whiskey by the ancient, cracked tree. The flurries fell without a sound, not enough to blanket the ground but just enough to add a shimmer to their makeshift camp. Who would ever guess that the child she held was a princess? The woman sighed heavily and wrapped the baby tighter in her ragged blanket. She held her close, as if to shield her from the world. What lay in her future? The mother did not know. Would the king accept her as a daughter? Or would she be forever cast out as illegitimate, because of her parents’ sin? As the little girl’s soft brown eyes blinked closed, the woman kissed her forehead and rocked back and forth, singing a peculiar lullaby to send her off to sleep.