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starryfae's Blog | Faeries paganism reflections starryfae's Blog Faeries paganism reflections Post navigation ← Older posts Angel’s Choice: 1. Posted by starryfae 0 Sun pierced the windows of the attic where she slept with the other girls. Lady Evayna’s home for orphan girls wasn’t luxurious by any stretch. But it was warm and dry and they were fed. The food wasn’t rich, but plain common fair. The orphans home was for girls who were being trained to be servants in the noble houses of Ashart. She hoped just like any of the girls to land a good job with a Count or Marquess. Somewhere where she could live if not in exquisite luxury at least better than she lived now. She rose from her lumpy cot as the bell rang, summoning the girls to their breakfast before their lessons. She’d been brought here at the age of five when her parents had died in the plague of 863. She clattered down the step ladder to hurry into the bathing room, a simple affair with copper wash tu...

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