Chapter 2 - Life in DurnshireA Chapter by Nataliya Maize
An intro to Keira and her life in Durnshire.
It was a beautiful, early morning.
Keira sat quietly at the edge of her bedside, admiring the scenery of the
Durnshire Valley, through the panes of her bedroom window.
Slowly, she rose and stretched her limbs, slipping over her head a light, white, linen dress, and tucking her delicate feet into a thick pair of cozy, brown boots. She pulled her hair up and over her shoulders, running a comb through several wavy, chocolate-colored locks.
With a quick glance out her bedroom window, she rushed downstairs, grabbing a small apple from the kitchen counter, and racing out the back door.
It had become her routine to be the
first in her family to awaken; regardless of the circumstances. A time, when Keira
found peace; enough so, too reflect back on the images in her dreams.
Yet, on the days when she managed to complete her chores, she found her mother would instead use her as an example to the others. Often, granting her with a day off, rather than burdening her with a bunch of annoying tasks. Simple duties, such as folding laundry, or plucking and sorting baskets of fruits and vegetables, from the family garden to sell in the town market, would always suffice.
Still, such things never truly bothered Keira. She would always manage to find moments to escape, making the most of her time alone. Drifting, in and out of thought, as she pondered the meanings of the dreams relevance to the life she led.
Quietly, Keira proceeded to a small shed behind the cottage. Inside, two baskets sat upon a wooden table. She grabbed each of them, making her way to a bed of ripe strawberries and tomatoes; carefully, plucking each as she placed them at the base her basket. It was so quite out, that the mere task of things seemed mindless, and she soon found herself fading off into random thoughts as she continued.
At heart, Keira was an eccentric, seeing beauty in what others found mundane. And although she lived a simple life, as boring and repetitive as it was, it was her life, and these short moments of solitude where she could find peace in the most simplest of things.
Her father, Wilburn Blakely, had often hounded her for being more of a drifter, than that of an inspiring career woman; making a name for herself in the busy streets of Downtown Durnshire.
But in truth, Keira never knew what she would do in life. It was moments like these that the mere thought of such things would lead her adrift, venturing through small gatherings of tree forest and into the sea of grass fields just beyond the hills of the Blakely residence.
It was a quiet forest with small
dirt-paths and rich, emerald-colored leaves. Keira gazed up at the treetops
above her; watching as they swayed from the brush of a gentle breeze. Slowly
she continued her travels, when found a narrow path through a multitude of
bushy grass-fields, a place where she would lie amongst the warmth of the
Gently, she ran her fingers through the soft blades of greenery, landing upon the delicate petals of a single, pink, flower. As she rolled over, her eyes rose to the sky above, and she listened to the sing-song of several birds and the babble of a nearby brook.
She was a young woman, five foot four, with soft, radiant, golden-bronze skin, that drank in the sun's rays. A dreamer and drifter, constantly losing herself to thoughts of far off distant lands, fairy-tales of kings and queens and other worlds more magical and consuming then the one she believed her own.
It was this place, she would run too. This place that felt so magical; different from the usual life that awaited her return home each and every day. Yet as she lay there, angelic-like and statuesque, upon the bed of a thick, grassy, meadow, wrapping locks of hair around the tips of her fingers, she found herself wondering once more... “There must be more to life than this.”
That afternoon Keira returned to the cottage with the two baskets, when she found three of her four siblings, crouching over the top of a small dirt hill. There was a thin piece of stripped cardboard beneath them, for what looked like a makeshift sleigh. To her right, the fourth sibling, Anthony; a tall and slender boy with beautiful, hazel, green eyes; second eldest of the three sons. Who stood mocking the others in their ill attempt to slide down from the small hill.
“Anthony, what are you doing?” she asked.
“Waiting for these three scholars to slide down,” he replied.
“Why?” she said in exasperation.
“So I can laugh at them when they finally knock themselves unconscious,” he smirked, “I told them it was a bad idea, but do they ever listen?” he rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Keira giggled in response.
“If you fall, I am sooo... going to laugh!" Anthony yelled, cupping his hands against his mouth.
“Keira!” hollered May, the youngest of the four children. “Come up here with us! It'll be fun!”
“No! No thanks, May!” Keira replied,
“But you three, be careful up there! I've
got to take these baskets to the marketplace for Mother! Oh and Michael…?”
“Yes?” he replied.
“You'd better be extra cautious with her up there; if she gets hurt you're in big trouble mister!" Keira continued.
“She'll be fine!” Michael replied, “She’s riding behind me and James! She can use us as meat shields!”
“Mwuhahaha…,” James laughed in a devious tone, “you said meat shields!”
“Oh... lord,” Keira whispered, grasping her forehead, “Anthony, Hun… Make sure you get mother if someone gets hurt. Will you?”
“Asss usual!” he replied sarcastically, slapping a salute against the side of his forehead.
The trip to the marketplace didn't take long. Keira drove by horse carriage across town and over the large, stone-paved bridge that connected Durnshire's rural countryside to its busier counterpart.
As she neared her destination she steadied her horse, hopped off the rickety old seat, and carefully stacked the two baskets of produce on top each other.
And although it helped she'd been sent into work from an early age, her customers were always glad to see her familiar face.
There were merchant stands clustered in groups, running from one side of town to the other. Each, selling items ranging from exotic plant-life and animals, to rare and handmade jewelry. Beautiful, elegant, hand-blown glass, clothing, incense and an abundance of freshly grown produce, all surrounded by the occasional cluster of laughing children intertwined down the crowded streets and throughout the cobble-stone courtyards.
Even the courtyards themselves, decorated with scattered brick planters of trees and vibrant flowers, where blacksmiths crafted cast-iron benches to circle their retaining walls. It was a lovely town, that Keira loved, and its people just as beautiful.
Finally, Keira neared her destination. It was the market stand of Mister Gerald Garrison, a vegetable vendor, and his neighbor, Ms. Evelyn Ashford, a fruit merchant.
As she reached the stand Keira laid the two baskets upon a wooden counter. For her efforts, a hefty satchel of gold coin was returned.
“True, love. But it never hurts to ask,” he smiled.
“Thanks Evelyn,” Keira replied sheepishly, “My mother would try keeping me locked up working the family business if she knew she had the chance. Speaking of which…,” she cleared her throat, “I'd better get back before she sends out the cavalry. You know how worrisome she is,” Keira laughed.
“Oh! And don't you go payin mind to Mister Gary-son an his lovey, dovey, nonsense! There ain't nothing wrong with bein’ a hard workin single woman! Specially those author types!” the woman ranted, “Banker my a*s… men... ain't nuthing good 'bout them,” she muttered under her breath as she arranged her fruits. Gerald grunted, and gave her a c**k-eyed glare, “What?” she asked obviously.
© Copyright 2008 Nataliya Maize. All rights reserved.
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