Arthur was taking Gwen out to the forest, so no one could see them. If his father knew about this well he didn’t want to think about it, he was just glad he had manage to convince Gwen to go on a trip with him. They were walking into a clearing in the woods, they were talking and laughing. Arthur tickled Gwen, she pushed him back and began running from him still laughing. They was so caught up in them self that they didn’t sense that some on was watching them.
Some on was standing on a hill over them and watching everything that happened down below. She had long hair and a black woollen dress wit with flower embroidery. She was following every move with her eyes her bare feet were walking/ dancing from side to side to look at them. She began singing with an old and native language (Here is that song I thought of when I was writing this text link). She gasped when she turned around; there were a group of men behind her. She got a wide grin on her face.
At sunset a young man was working in the woods. It was summer and it was ha hot morning he had been copping down some trees and was copping of the branches. He had taken of his shirt the sweaty muscles were shining in the sun; he was reaching for his water when he could hear a small laughter behind some bushes.
“Hello, anyone there?” He took his axe and took some steps nearer. A girl walked out. She smiled, her blue eyes were shining and she had freckles over her nose. He relaxed a little.
“Who are you?” She laughed.
“What?” he didn’t understand.
“Du snakkar rart ( you talk strange ). She told him in a native language.
“ Du er morosam og pen ( you are funny and hansom).
“Who are you what do you want?” He felt uncomfortable when she come closer.
“ så så ikkje ver redd ( so, so don’t be scared) ”. She told him when she was in front of him. He wasn’t scared her sweet voice was too hard to resist. He could feel her breath at his skin the sweetest sent he had smelled. Her lips were an inch from his he closed his eyes. Non kiss came, instead he could feel an ache in his throat.
Instead of a kiss she was breathing in a white fog from his mouth. She let him fall and grinned.
“Thank you”. She walked away.
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Some on was standing on a hill over them and watching everything that happened down below. She had long hair and a black woollen dress wit with flower embroidery. She was following every move with her eyes her bare feet were walking/ dancing from side to side to look at them. She began singing with an old and native language (Here is that song I thought of when I was writing this text link). She gasped when she turned around; there were a group of men behind her. She got a wide grin on her face.
At sunset a young man was working in the woods. It was summer and it was ha hot morning he had been copping down some trees and was copping of the branches. He had taken of his shirt the sweaty muscles were shining in the sun; he was reaching for his water when he could hear a small laughter behind some bushes.
“Hello, anyone there?” He took his axe and took some steps nearer. A girl walked out. She smiled, her blue eyes were shining and she had freckles over her nose. He relaxed a little.
“Who are you?” She laughed.
“What?” he didn’t understand.
“Du snakkar rart ( you talk strange ). She told him in a native language.
“ Du er morosam og pen ( you are funny and hansom).
“Who are you what do you want?” He felt uncomfortable when she come closer.
“ så så ikkje ver redd ( so, so don’t be scared) ”. She told him when she was in front of him. He wasn’t scared her sweet voice was too hard to resist. He could feel her breath at his skin the sweetest sent he had smelled. Her lips were an inch from his he closed his eyes. Non kiss came, instead he could feel an ache in his throat.
Instead of a kiss she was breathing in a white fog from his mouth. She let him fall and grinned.
“Thank you”. She walked away.
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