Delio Pera on Nostr: Take 3 This is the story of a family of three and how they left a grand kingdom in ...
Take 3
This is the story of a family of three and how they left a grand kingdom in search of a quiet life, and found quite a lot more than they bargained for. But that’s saying a little too much, a bit too soon.
Let’s start here, in the garden. It was a simple garden, full of kale and lettuce and a few plump cabbages, and three great big tomato plants full of big red tomatoes. In the middle of summer, like it was then, the family worked together. At the moment we find the mother collecting cucumbers, while the daughter cut them into thick wedges in preparation for pickling. The father, a short way off, was mending the fence that protected the chickens from prowling coyotes and the occasional wolf.
A long, long way off, many day’s travel to the west, there lay a grand port kingdom on the edge of a bay. A place is full of shops and craftsmen and artisans that make all manner of wondrous and tasty and delightful things. That is where the father and mother met. Ah, but I can’t continue in this fashion, calling them mother and father. His name was Callen and he met Inris while she was an apprentice baker.
They left that place ten years before our story begins, right around the time Inris knew she was pregnant with Anni, which is pronounced ah-ni, the way you might say “ah-ha” without the “ha” of course, and instead adding “knee”.
This is the story of a family of three and how they left a grand kingdom in search of a quiet life, and found quite a lot more than they bargained for. But that’s saying a little too much, a bit too soon.
Let’s start here, in the garden. It was a simple garden, full of kale and lettuce and a few plump cabbages, and three great big tomato plants full of big red tomatoes. In the middle of summer, like it was then, the family worked together. At the moment we find the mother collecting cucumbers, while the daughter cut them into thick wedges in preparation for pickling. The father, a short way off, was mending the fence that protected the chickens from prowling coyotes and the occasional wolf.
A long, long way off, many day’s travel to the west, there lay a grand port kingdom on the edge of a bay. A place is full of shops and craftsmen and artisans that make all manner of wondrous and tasty and delightful things. That is where the father and mother met. Ah, but I can’t continue in this fashion, calling them mother and father. His name was Callen and he met Inris while she was an apprentice baker.
They left that place ten years before our story begins, right around the time Inris knew she was pregnant with Anni, which is pronounced ah-ni, the way you might say “ah-ha” without the “ha” of course, and instead adding “knee”.