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<blockquote data-quote="Slippshade" data-source="post: 1982848" data-attributes="member: 25335"><p><strong>Bubbles Greenbottle</strong></p><p></p><p>Bubbles was up early, with harvest and festival fast approaching, the Greenbottle farm and brewery was a busy place. It was a local joke that the reason Finnigan and Mya had so many children was because they needed the help to keep up with the demand for Greenbottle Ale. Bubbles was dressed in simple skirts, brown over green, with a brown bodice her white, sleeved chemise puffing out around its edges. She hadn’t quite gotten used to the bodices constraints yet, but the boys in the village really seemed to like it. It was funny, the kind of things that could strike a young Halfling male dumb. Bubbles blonde hair was meticulously braided in two long strands that dangled near the small of her back. Bubbles was proud of her hair. Her brother Finn constantly hounded her to cut it. <span style="color: Green">“No good in a fight Bub.”</span> He would say. <span style="color: Green">“It’s to easy to grab.”</span> One time he even grabbed a strand and yanked on it…hard, but after Bubbles chocked him out with one of her braids, he refrained from ever doing that again. It was late morning and Bubbles had just finished helping Perry load up the family wagon with the Silver Horns weekly delivery of Greenbottle Ale, when her dad approached.</p><p></p><p>Finnigan was also tall for a Halfling, but unlike Bubbles he had tasted a little too much of his own product and was rapidly gathering the hefty belly that many older Halfling males gain with age. He still had a spry step and mischievous twinkle in his eye from his adventuring days though.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Green">“Well Bubbles, it looks like you get to go into town a little early today. The constable would like to see you and since I have to deliver this order to old Evan, why don’t you hop on in and we can go see what you did this time.”</span></p><p></p><p>Bubbles blushed a little and jumped up into the wagon. As far as she knew, she hadn’t done anything wrong…at least not that anyone knew about. It was beginning to get hot, but luckily her dad had build a makeshift cover to help protect the wagons contents and its drivers from direct sunlight in the summer and rain in the fall months. </p><p></p><p>The wagon pulled out on to a small cobblestone road that lead off the Brewery grounds and onto the eastern road into town. The jostle of the cart and jiggle of the green bottles of ale packed in back were familiar and comfortable sounds. If not for Bubbles curiosity she may have been lulled to sleep by its movement. Transporting glass was not a job that could be hurried, so her father let the small horses move at a slow, gentle pace. Bubbles took in the familiar sights and sounds of Amblestock and its outlying farms, all in all this was turning out to be a good day for Bubbles. She got out of working in the harsh sun and in a few minutes she would get to see Molle and talk about any local gossip around town that she had missed.</p><p></p><p>The wagon rolled into Amblestock around 10 minutes before noon. Finnigan was waving and nodding to those that passed by, chatting up some of the locals as they went. She pulled the wagon up to the Silver Horn just after Alton and Kiylea had entered. She pointedly ignored Jerran who had been sitting on the fence near a group of children. He wasn’t getting off that easy for hurting Molle’s feelings.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Green">“Why don’t you go on in dear and see what the constable wants. I’ll take care of the delivery today.”</span> Her father said.</p><p></p><p>Bubbles beamed a smile at her dad. <span style="color: Green">“Ok,”</span> She said as she jumps down from the wagon and straightens out her skirts, making herself presentable. The Silver Horn was like a home away from home to her, the smell of Meegan’s cooking was already pouring from the kitchen and she could hear voices drifting out from the front door. Bubbles let her eyes adjust to the cool shade of the Silver Horn’s interior before spotting her friends and moving to greet them.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Slippshade, post: 1982848, member: 25335"] [b]Bubbles Greenbottle[/b] Bubbles was up early, with harvest and festival fast approaching, the Greenbottle farm and brewery was a busy place. It was a local joke that the reason Finnigan and Mya had so many children was because they needed the help to keep up with the demand for Greenbottle Ale. Bubbles was dressed in simple skirts, brown over green, with a brown bodice her white, sleeved chemise puffing out around its edges. She hadn’t quite gotten used to the bodices constraints yet, but the boys in the village really seemed to like it. It was funny, the kind of things that could strike a young Halfling male dumb. Bubbles blonde hair was meticulously braided in two long strands that dangled near the small of her back. Bubbles was proud of her hair. Her brother Finn constantly hounded her to cut it. [COLOR=Green]“No good in a fight Bub.”[/COLOR] He would say. [COLOR=Green]“It’s to easy to grab.”[/COLOR] One time he even grabbed a strand and yanked on it…hard, but after Bubbles chocked him out with one of her braids, he refrained from ever doing that again. It was late morning and Bubbles had just finished helping Perry load up the family wagon with the Silver Horns weekly delivery of Greenbottle Ale, when her dad approached. Finnigan was also tall for a Halfling, but unlike Bubbles he had tasted a little too much of his own product and was rapidly gathering the hefty belly that many older Halfling males gain with age. He still had a spry step and mischievous twinkle in his eye from his adventuring days though. [COLOR=Green]“Well Bubbles, it looks like you get to go into town a little early today. The constable would like to see you and since I have to deliver this order to old Evan, why don’t you hop on in and we can go see what you did this time.”[/COLOR] Bubbles blushed a little and jumped up into the wagon. As far as she knew, she hadn’t done anything wrong…at least not that anyone knew about. It was beginning to get hot, but luckily her dad had build a makeshift cover to help protect the wagons contents and its drivers from direct sunlight in the summer and rain in the fall months. The wagon pulled out on to a small cobblestone road that lead off the Brewery grounds and onto the eastern road into town. The jostle of the cart and jiggle of the green bottles of ale packed in back were familiar and comfortable sounds. If not for Bubbles curiosity she may have been lulled to sleep by its movement. Transporting glass was not a job that could be hurried, so her father let the small horses move at a slow, gentle pace. Bubbles took in the familiar sights and sounds of Amblestock and its outlying farms, all in all this was turning out to be a good day for Bubbles. She got out of working in the harsh sun and in a few minutes she would get to see Molle and talk about any local gossip around town that she had missed. The wagon rolled into Amblestock around 10 minutes before noon. Finnigan was waving and nodding to those that passed by, chatting up some of the locals as they went. She pulled the wagon up to the Silver Horn just after Alton and Kiylea had entered. She pointedly ignored Jerran who had been sitting on the fence near a group of children. He wasn’t getting off that easy for hurting Molle’s feelings. [COLOR=Green]“Why don’t you go on in dear and see what the constable wants. I’ll take care of the delivery today.”[/COLOR] Her father said. Bubbles beamed a smile at her dad. [COLOR=Green]“Ok,”[/COLOR] She said as she jumps down from the wagon and straightens out her skirts, making herself presentable. The Silver Horn was like a home away from home to her, the smell of Meegan’s cooking was already pouring from the kitchen and she could hear voices drifting out from the front door. Bubbles let her eyes adjust to the cool shade of the Silver Horn’s interior before spotting her friends and moving to greet them. [/QUOTE]
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