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Jul. 18th, 2007 11:22 pmThe days are long in Nottingham, full of work that must be done for crops don't care who sits as King or Sheriff.
Robin's men help where they're most needed, some days working in the fields, turning brown under the summer sun or deep in the woods, hunting for food to stay alive and well.
Will looks for doors to Milliways when he can, but time to rest is short as the work must be done. So he holds tight to a woman's veil, carefully folded into his purse with little pink and blue flowers lost in its folds and dreams of Molly's laughter and kisses.
His red hair is lightened by the sun but he never seems to brown properly, freckles and tan seem to war over him in the hot summer days. On days when they plunge into the river, he misses the small bit of the sea at Milliways as time passes from Midsummer to High Summer.
Robin's men help where they're most needed, some days working in the fields, turning brown under the summer sun or deep in the woods, hunting for food to stay alive and well.
Will looks for doors to Milliways when he can, but time to rest is short as the work must be done. So he holds tight to a woman's veil, carefully folded into his purse with little pink and blue flowers lost in its folds and dreams of Molly's laughter and kisses.
His red hair is lightened by the sun but he never seems to brown properly, freckles and tan seem to war over him in the hot summer days. On days when they plunge into the river, he misses the small bit of the sea at Milliways as time passes from Midsummer to High Summer.
