Little Mischievous Red Riding Hood のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Georgette spent the past month with worrisome and became morose knowing Wolfram would not going to come back anytime soon. It was just spring time and the month of harvest season, which was around August to September, took about three to four months. She terribly missed her lover, and she always fantasized he was just around and silently watching her like he did before, when they were both wee lass and lad. Smiling, Georgette remembered the first time she met him. He was, unlikely the man that she imagined to be, he was a trickster, often ploy to make her cry or shoo her away. He abhorred any kind of interaction with humans and he often did his thing alone. Like she also did before. As a child of her carefree mother and sired by her notorious father, growing up was never easy for her. Lucinde, her grandma raised her after her mother eloped with her father, she was just two years and three weeks when her mother went on a journey, no one heard about her until she came back two years l

François was really bewitched by the girl he just met. He offered to walk her to her destination but she declined courteously and bade her goodbye. She even wished him luck finding his elusive bride-to-be, who just walked out on him this morning. They had a small fight that went out of control. He was close to hurting her earlier because of her unbecoming and unbelievable behavior so to rest his hands from strangling her, he just let her be and chose to hunt alone, he thought the fight would settle if left to cool but he was wrong, found her stuff missing and that brought him roaming the uncharted place of east side forest where he stumbled to Georgette. He was really mystified about why they shared the same face and the same age, he tried to ask her personal questions earlier but she kept evading when it came to her family. Something told him that she was not telling everything. It was a nature to be wary toward strangers but there was something about her that was holding her back

Red was acting strange, Georgette felt it and sensed she had said something that made her so distant and quiet. She tried to be cheerful, despite the lack of having something to talk about. She just turned the topic to her looks. “Where did you get your clothes? I mean, you probably bought it from a local merchant downtown, It is lovely, I could see that you have keen eyes for fashion and finer things,”Red put on a quick smile but faded, showing on her face, Georgette surmised, she had hurt her feelings. “I am sorry if I unconsciously offend you with something, I didn’t mean to hide it from you, but I know on first look, you and François knew each other and had a deeper connection, so I thought it would help you two patch things up, he seems to so be in love with you, I have never seen a man who is very dedicated and so proud of someone he loves, and that is you,”Red head turned, gazing up, she was playing with her bracelet when Georgette was speaking. She initially thought the g

The sound of a loud horn blowing in the air made Georgette yell out and wide awake. Jerking up, she looked at her surroundings, checking where she was and why she was lying on a bed. Slowly sitting up, whispers from the outside of this huge tent, the flap was closed but she could hear the voices of the people, chatting or was it just her imagination? She looked at the interior and spied out for any sign of hostility, a canopy of thick fabric laid decoratively above her head and some outlandish ornaments hanging horizontally in a string tied in the bedpost where she lay. The mattress was tufted, lumps of cotton and sheepskins, sewn pieces to pieces to make a huge twin-sized bed. She also checked the thick yet downy piece of fabric that lay over her as a blanket. She lay it on her cheek and rubbed it against her hand, it was soft as cotton and thick as wool. Then a voice, a lad blurted out, peeping on the flap of the opening and saw her adoring the blanket. “Mom, She’s awake! Come!”

Blanchett watched her son disappear into the forest with his peers, running and squealing, jesting and fooling around. She could still hear them, smiling to herself before she decided to look for her other child. She closed her eyes and let other senses help her in searching, she opened her eyes, getting the exact location. A thing she acquired when she turned together her unique power to sense someone’s intention behind the skin deep. They said it was innate in her, but Joachim concluded that it was her gift.A testament that their ancestors and deity accepted her as their member, she became one of the most powerful bay wolves in the tribe, second to Grand Zelda, the witch doctor and the only eldest left in the Rugabaga tribe. Joachim’s foster mother, whom she considered as her mother-in-law. Her daughter was in the vale, sitting in the huge stone and rock formation that served as the laundry and backwoods of their camp. Sighing, Blanchett realized that her daughter was missing hom