Rowan - Little Red (cloakednscarlet) wrote in into_the_woods, @ 2008-10-03 22:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | xlittle red riding hood, xmother goose |
Caught! [tag: Mother Goose]
Rowan was hungry.
It was often food that had her diverting from her path toward whatever she was doing or wherever she was going to the location of something that smelled or sounded delicious. Whenever she had the chance, she partook of eating at the pubs, that was when she had money of course. At home she was relegated to stew and stale bread.
The bread was stale because she would purchase it in bulk from the marketplace and was unable to make her own and stew because it was easy to just continue to add things to a boiling pot of water until it was cooked through. Though generally it was all overcooked and boiled to the point where it lost its flavor. Rowan was a horrible cook.
One would think that with as much time as she spent living with her mother and with her numerous visits to Granny's she would have learned some sort of skill, but all her mother ever entrusted her with was adding bits of vegetable and freshly cut meat to the stew pot when it hung over a fire.
Even the stew took far too long to make as she couldn't quite get the hang of building a fire in the fireplace. It would flare up for short bursts of time, before fizzling out to embers and coals. Never any good for boiling a large vat of water. She had a stone oven, in the small hovel she called a home, but had no idea how to use it whatsoever.
It was one of those days, like so many, when hunger and her nose drew her away from her course toward market and toward the home of a stranger. More importantly, to the windowsill of said stranger's home where there were pies cooling on the sill.
Stealing one would be dishonest and though naive about much of the world, Rowan was far from dishonest. She knew right from wrong and just taking a pie because she was hungry would be very wrong. But they did smell wondrously and she contemplated knocking on the door and asking the owner if she could purchase one.
Actually, from her position beneath the window, there were a great many wonderful smells coming from inside the home. Edging up on her tip-toes, she moved to peek into the window. Juggling a basket in one hand and her folded up cloak in the other, Rowan nearly lost her balance from the points of her toes and made an exclamation of surprise, "Oh!"
Balance regained, she really hoped no one had heard her. It would be terribly embarrassing to be caught peering into someone's windows.