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Her mother would not be happy when she discovered Olena was, once again, gone. At 12 years of age, the youngest of the gaggle of girls was expected to help work the yarn with her sisters. But instead, the bundle of giggles and curls had snuck out of the house, once again. And there would be no surprise when her location was discovered.
The village was busy preparing for a busy season of weddings. Several of the couples had come of age and they would have to be spaced apart to allow for each couple to have their day. Her own sister would be among one of the girls married off, hence her mother’s urging that the wool be processed with speed so that extra money could be used to purchase the meat they would need. But Olena didn’t want to be stuck inside, not when the sun was so high in the sky.
She wanted to find Dmytros.
All the talks of weddings made her miss him, especially when they hadn’t spoken much about their own wedding. Oh, he had always said that he planned on marrying her, but it was always a concept that didn’t seem to really exist. They were slowly approaching adulthood themselves, he more than her, and it wouldn’t be long before they might be saying their own vows. So, barefoot, she ducked out of the house while her mother wasn’t looking. Hair loose around her shoulders, dressed in a shift of pale green, she ran through the village without giving anyone a second glance. No, she had a mission.
There was no need to stop by his house to see if he was there, not when she knew his schedule so well. No, he would be out in the fields to the south, most likely alone with the herd. And she doubted that his brother would be with him. So she made the trek alone, whistling as she followed the path she’d taken hundreds of times herself with her father’s own herd.
She came up behind him, his back against a tree with the herd in front of him. The hill they’d come to call their own was covered in summer flowers, colors of white and pink dusting the landscape. Olena had stopped her whistling when he would have heard, quieting sneaking behind him. Her hands darted to cover his eyes from behind, suppressing a giggle as she picked up her whistling again, this time getting the attention of the sheep as well.
“Lazy bones.”
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Her mother would not be happy when she discovered Olena was, once again, gone. At 12 years of age, the youngest of the gaggle of girls was expected to help work the yarn with her sisters. But instead, the bundle of giggles and curls had snuck out of the house, once again. And there would be no surprise when her location was discovered.
The village was busy preparing for a busy season of weddings. Several of the couples had come of age and they would have to be spaced apart to allow for each couple to have their day. Her own sister would be among one of the girls married off, hence her mother’s urging that the wool be processed with speed so that extra money could be used to purchase the meat they would need. But Olena didn’t want to be stuck inside, not when the sun was so high in the sky.
She wanted to find Dmytros.
All the talks of weddings made her miss him, especially when they hadn’t spoken much about their own wedding. Oh, he had always said that he planned on marrying her, but it was always a concept that didn’t seem to really exist. They were slowly approaching adulthood themselves, he more than her, and it wouldn’t be long before they might be saying their own vows. So, barefoot, she ducked out of the house while her mother wasn’t looking. Hair loose around her shoulders, dressed in a shift of pale green, she ran through the village without giving anyone a second glance. No, she had a mission.
There was no need to stop by his house to see if he was there, not when she knew his schedule so well. No, he would be out in the fields to the south, most likely alone with the herd. And she doubted that his brother would be with him. So she made the trek alone, whistling as she followed the path she’d taken hundreds of times herself with her father’s own herd.
She came up behind him, his back against a tree with the herd in front of him. The hill they’d come to call their own was covered in summer flowers, colors of white and pink dusting the landscape. Olena had stopped her whistling when he would have heard, quieting sneaking behind him. Her hands darted to cover his eyes from behind, suppressing a giggle as she picked up her whistling again, this time getting the attention of the sheep as well.
“Lazy bones.”
Her mother would not be happy when she discovered Olena was, once again, gone. At 12 years of age, the youngest of the gaggle of girls was expected to help work the yarn with her sisters. But instead, the bundle of giggles and curls had snuck out of the house, once again. And there would be no surprise when her location was discovered.
The village was busy preparing for a busy season of weddings. Several of the couples had come of age and they would have to be spaced apart to allow for each couple to have their day. Her own sister would be among one of the girls married off, hence her mother’s urging that the wool be processed with speed so that extra money could be used to purchase the meat they would need. But Olena didn’t want to be stuck inside, not when the sun was so high in the sky.
She wanted to find Dmytros.
All the talks of weddings made her miss him, especially when they hadn’t spoken much about their own wedding. Oh, he had always said that he planned on marrying her, but it was always a concept that didn’t seem to really exist. They were slowly approaching adulthood themselves, he more than her, and it wouldn’t be long before they might be saying their own vows. So, barefoot, she ducked out of the house while her mother wasn’t looking. Hair loose around her shoulders, dressed in a shift of pale green, she ran through the village without giving anyone a second glance. No, she had a mission.
There was no need to stop by his house to see if he was there, not when she knew his schedule so well. No, he would be out in the fields to the south, most likely alone with the herd. And she doubted that his brother would be with him. So she made the trek alone, whistling as she followed the path she’d taken hundreds of times herself with her father’s own herd.
She came up behind him, his back against a tree with the herd in front of him. The hill they’d come to call their own was covered in summer flowers, colors of white and pink dusting the landscape. Olena had stopped her whistling when he would have heard, quieting sneaking behind him. Her hands darted to cover his eyes from behind, suppressing a giggle as she picked up her whistling again, this time getting the attention of the sheep as well.
“Lazy bones.”
The flock of sheep before him was enjoying the tranquility of the meadow, the heat of summer settling upon them as they grazed. Dima had watched over them for what he considered to be forever, since he was eight years old, and they had all settled into a routine. Early in the morning he woke with the sun and they made their way out to the high or low pastures depending on the season. Sometimes they mingled with the other herds of sheep and goats the other boys of the village tended to, but most of the time they were left to their own devices.
Dima preferred solitude most of the time, leaning against his tree and thinking his thoughts without interruption. With so many cousins and the noise of his family and friends and everyone else in the village, he needed these moments of peace and quiet. His mother called him her little philosopher, from the questions he asked and his preference to stay still instead of racing around with the other boys. That wasn't to say he didn't enjoy being rambunctious, but if given his choice he preferred to think by himself.
It was the time of the courting rituals, so many couples had come of age this year and if he kept his eyes peeled he would no doubt see a few of them at the other end of the meadow collecting their flowers. It was tradition for the couples to go into the forest and nearby countryside to gather flowers and weave the flower crowns. If the boy courting the girl emerged at the end of the day with the crown she had made upon his head, it meant they were engaged and their wedding would be celebrated before the harvest time.
One day he and Olena would do the same, racing off into the forest to find flowers to weave their crowns together. Lost in his thoughts he could hear the rustling behind him but didn't have any fear at who might be approaching. The small hands over his eyes made him grin and he lifted his own to cover them as her familiar whistle reached his ears along with her gentle scold.
"Sneak," Dima laughed as he turned and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek in greeting. "I thought you couldn't visit today because you had to help with the spinning?" He was happy she had, the day was always better when they got to spend it together.
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The flock of sheep before him was enjoying the tranquility of the meadow, the heat of summer settling upon them as they grazed. Dima had watched over them for what he considered to be forever, since he was eight years old, and they had all settled into a routine. Early in the morning he woke with the sun and they made their way out to the high or low pastures depending on the season. Sometimes they mingled with the other herds of sheep and goats the other boys of the village tended to, but most of the time they were left to their own devices.
Dima preferred solitude most of the time, leaning against his tree and thinking his thoughts without interruption. With so many cousins and the noise of his family and friends and everyone else in the village, he needed these moments of peace and quiet. His mother called him her little philosopher, from the questions he asked and his preference to stay still instead of racing around with the other boys. That wasn't to say he didn't enjoy being rambunctious, but if given his choice he preferred to think by himself.
It was the time of the courting rituals, so many couples had come of age this year and if he kept his eyes peeled he would no doubt see a few of them at the other end of the meadow collecting their flowers. It was tradition for the couples to go into the forest and nearby countryside to gather flowers and weave the flower crowns. If the boy courting the girl emerged at the end of the day with the crown she had made upon his head, it meant they were engaged and their wedding would be celebrated before the harvest time.
One day he and Olena would do the same, racing off into the forest to find flowers to weave their crowns together. Lost in his thoughts he could hear the rustling behind him but didn't have any fear at who might be approaching. The small hands over his eyes made him grin and he lifted his own to cover them as her familiar whistle reached his ears along with her gentle scold.
"Sneak," Dima laughed as he turned and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek in greeting. "I thought you couldn't visit today because you had to help with the spinning?" He was happy she had, the day was always better when they got to spend it together.
The flock of sheep before him was enjoying the tranquility of the meadow, the heat of summer settling upon them as they grazed. Dima had watched over them for what he considered to be forever, since he was eight years old, and they had all settled into a routine. Early in the morning he woke with the sun and they made their way out to the high or low pastures depending on the season. Sometimes they mingled with the other herds of sheep and goats the other boys of the village tended to, but most of the time they were left to their own devices.
Dima preferred solitude most of the time, leaning against his tree and thinking his thoughts without interruption. With so many cousins and the noise of his family and friends and everyone else in the village, he needed these moments of peace and quiet. His mother called him her little philosopher, from the questions he asked and his preference to stay still instead of racing around with the other boys. That wasn't to say he didn't enjoy being rambunctious, but if given his choice he preferred to think by himself.
It was the time of the courting rituals, so many couples had come of age this year and if he kept his eyes peeled he would no doubt see a few of them at the other end of the meadow collecting their flowers. It was tradition for the couples to go into the forest and nearby countryside to gather flowers and weave the flower crowns. If the boy courting the girl emerged at the end of the day with the crown she had made upon his head, it meant they were engaged and their wedding would be celebrated before the harvest time.
One day he and Olena would do the same, racing off into the forest to find flowers to weave their crowns together. Lost in his thoughts he could hear the rustling behind him but didn't have any fear at who might be approaching. The small hands over his eyes made him grin and he lifted his own to cover them as her familiar whistle reached his ears along with her gentle scold.
"Sneak," Dima laughed as he turned and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek in greeting. "I thought you couldn't visit today because you had to help with the spinning?" He was happy she had, the day was always better when they got to spend it together.
Her friends had always laughed at the connection she had to Dymtros. Most of the girls her age were certainly interested in marriage, but none had settled on any one of the boys in their village like she had. And none had been as young as they had when they decided that they would wed. It was kismet, she knew, that they would be wed. Even her mother clicked her tongue at the girl when she suggested it, simply because it seemed too silly for her to know already. But Olena looked at Dima and knew she’d found the other half of her soul.
She wanted forever with him, and both were angry that they had to wait until they were of age.
His hands came up to hers as they rested against his eyes, the touch causing her to giggle as he quickly called her a sneak. She turned her head as his lips neared, giving him better access to her cheek before she plopped down on the ground beside him, her hips shifting flush against his, feet stretching out in front of her still bare. “I was. But I got sick of listening to all the talk of boys.” It was amusing how sick she got of hearing other people talking about the choices they could make. She knew love, and for her, it wasn’t something that she needed to try and kiss other boys to make sure she knew. No, with Dima, it had always been that way. Why waste time with others to try and prove it?
The giggling and gossip of those who might marry, of those who were courting, made her want to pull her hair out.
“I snuck out when Mama wasn’t looking. Will you sneak into my room when she punishes me when I get back?” She asked, eyes sparkling with the knowledge that he would not think twice before sneaking through her window to sleep quietly beside her. Olena did not hesitate as she slipped her hand into his, their fingers naturally lacing together as if they had been formed to fit perfectly into the other. “Or should I come to you tonight?” She was lucky to have her own room now that only Vira remained in the house with her, which meant that she could have the privacy she wanted with him.
Looking around, she tried to act surprised when Theron was nowhere to be found. “I thought Theron was supposed to help you today?” She asked, her eyes focusing on the sheep below in case she missed him within the flock.
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Her friends had always laughed at the connection she had to Dymtros. Most of the girls her age were certainly interested in marriage, but none had settled on any one of the boys in their village like she had. And none had been as young as they had when they decided that they would wed. It was kismet, she knew, that they would be wed. Even her mother clicked her tongue at the girl when she suggested it, simply because it seemed too silly for her to know already. But Olena looked at Dima and knew she’d found the other half of her soul.
She wanted forever with him, and both were angry that they had to wait until they were of age.
His hands came up to hers as they rested against his eyes, the touch causing her to giggle as he quickly called her a sneak. She turned her head as his lips neared, giving him better access to her cheek before she plopped down on the ground beside him, her hips shifting flush against his, feet stretching out in front of her still bare. “I was. But I got sick of listening to all the talk of boys.” It was amusing how sick she got of hearing other people talking about the choices they could make. She knew love, and for her, it wasn’t something that she needed to try and kiss other boys to make sure she knew. No, with Dima, it had always been that way. Why waste time with others to try and prove it?
The giggling and gossip of those who might marry, of those who were courting, made her want to pull her hair out.
“I snuck out when Mama wasn’t looking. Will you sneak into my room when she punishes me when I get back?” She asked, eyes sparkling with the knowledge that he would not think twice before sneaking through her window to sleep quietly beside her. Olena did not hesitate as she slipped her hand into his, their fingers naturally lacing together as if they had been formed to fit perfectly into the other. “Or should I come to you tonight?” She was lucky to have her own room now that only Vira remained in the house with her, which meant that she could have the privacy she wanted with him.
Looking around, she tried to act surprised when Theron was nowhere to be found. “I thought Theron was supposed to help you today?” She asked, her eyes focusing on the sheep below in case she missed him within the flock.
Her friends had always laughed at the connection she had to Dymtros. Most of the girls her age were certainly interested in marriage, but none had settled on any one of the boys in their village like she had. And none had been as young as they had when they decided that they would wed. It was kismet, she knew, that they would be wed. Even her mother clicked her tongue at the girl when she suggested it, simply because it seemed too silly for her to know already. But Olena looked at Dima and knew she’d found the other half of her soul.
She wanted forever with him, and both were angry that they had to wait until they were of age.
His hands came up to hers as they rested against his eyes, the touch causing her to giggle as he quickly called her a sneak. She turned her head as his lips neared, giving him better access to her cheek before she plopped down on the ground beside him, her hips shifting flush against his, feet stretching out in front of her still bare. “I was. But I got sick of listening to all the talk of boys.” It was amusing how sick she got of hearing other people talking about the choices they could make. She knew love, and for her, it wasn’t something that she needed to try and kiss other boys to make sure she knew. No, with Dima, it had always been that way. Why waste time with others to try and prove it?
The giggling and gossip of those who might marry, of those who were courting, made her want to pull her hair out.
“I snuck out when Mama wasn’t looking. Will you sneak into my room when she punishes me when I get back?” She asked, eyes sparkling with the knowledge that he would not think twice before sneaking through her window to sleep quietly beside her. Olena did not hesitate as she slipped her hand into his, their fingers naturally lacing together as if they had been formed to fit perfectly into the other. “Or should I come to you tonight?” She was lucky to have her own room now that only Vira remained in the house with her, which meant that she could have the privacy she wanted with him.
Looking around, she tried to act surprised when Theron was nowhere to be found. “I thought Theron was supposed to help you today?” She asked, her eyes focusing on the sheep below in case she missed him within the flock.
