Erirag the Poet
04-10-15, 12:06 PM
"Tell us a story, Auntie Erirag!"
They children always clamored when she went to the Bazaar, milling about her legs, pulling at her skirts. The looks of disgust that she once garnered from their parents had softened over the years. Most people in Radasanth knew her by now, generally considered harmless on the street when not brawling in pubs.
Erirag sat down in front of the pile of children, patting one gently on the head. They were in luck today. From the depths of the bag at her side, she pulled her latest children's book. Opening the pages to the beginning, she looked over the crowd and asked them, "You kids ever know that Erirag hero?"
Many of the children shook their heads, but some nodded enthusiastically. She smirked, scratching her chin and holding up the pages so that all of her captive audience could see the pictures she'd painstakingly painted.
"Once 'pon time, there was evil witch. She turn whole forest red like blood. Many people die here. Erirag go with more heroes, Erirag gonna squish that witch, but not that easy. Erirag got hurt real bad, in the middle of the woods."
"Oh no! How did that happen?" one of the children asked, breathless.
"Let Erirag just read book," the bard responded, and turned her attention the pages before her.
They children always clamored when she went to the Bazaar, milling about her legs, pulling at her skirts. The looks of disgust that she once garnered from their parents had softened over the years. Most people in Radasanth knew her by now, generally considered harmless on the street when not brawling in pubs.
Erirag sat down in front of the pile of children, patting one gently on the head. They were in luck today. From the depths of the bag at her side, she pulled her latest children's book. Opening the pages to the beginning, she looked over the crowd and asked them, "You kids ever know that Erirag hero?"
Many of the children shook their heads, but some nodded enthusiastically. She smirked, scratching her chin and holding up the pages so that all of her captive audience could see the pictures she'd painstakingly painted.
"Once 'pon time, there was evil witch. She turn whole forest red like blood. Many people die here. Erirag go with more heroes, Erirag gonna squish that witch, but not that easy. Erirag got hurt real bad, in the middle of the woods."
"Oh no! How did that happen?" one of the children asked, breathless.
"Let Erirag just read book," the bard responded, and turned her attention the pages before her.