It was rather cold outside, this November morn.((is that ok?)) Of course that was to be expected living in New England, but there was a hint of warmth that wasn't coming from the oven.
"They must've did it again..." Luceria exclaimed, sweeping up some pussy willow buds that fell to the floor when she was making an arrangement for the one of the Smith families. 5 different families with the name Smith, she couldn't wait to see their lineage in a fiasco later on in the centeries. That's if they weren't condemned of being witches.
Taking up her arrangement, she exited to the outside to join the bussle of people spreading there rumors. "This town...so full of sin. Bunch of hypocrits..."
Passing a few houses, she heard footsteps following her...little ones.
"Hello my wee Lily."
"How'd you know!" in a innocent little voice.
Luceria kneeled down, took a daisy from the arrangement, and put it in Lily's hair and smiled. "Shouldn't you be sleeping...or at school?"
"Well, everyone turned out for the burning...including Miss Smith." She grabbed a hold of her hand as Luceria stood to her feet.
*sweatdrop* "Well that's rather irrisponsible. Well good you can come deliver this with me..."
She squeed softly with enjoyment...Lily didn't want to return home right now, not with her plasterd vulgar parental figure roaming the rooms of her small house. It wasn't exactly the safest place for a 7 year old.
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