Wardens Fourth Edition
Prelude 5 - Stories
A look at what happened during and/or after Prelude 5.
Story - What Granny Smith Can Do
Game Date: 2/3/2004
William sat in Helena's kitchen with a look of utmost pleasure on his face. I shouldn't be annoyed, thought Helena. He's eating Granny Smith apples like most kids eat Cheetos. Maybe I should be careful what I wish for, because this should make me happy. Something about apples began to eat at Helena, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
William obliged her immediately. "Just think of the Calvados we could make with these! My family should like it, I think." He began to devour his sixth Granny Smith apple. "It's something we couldn't quite accomplish in Crossing March," he said. "It's one of the things the older members of the family couldn't adjust to." He leaned back, seemingly content.
"You told me that you weren't born in Normandy," said Helena. "You were born in England."
"Aye," said William. "But if you're born among Normans and raised among Normans, you tend to think like Normans. Thus, I'm Norman." He frowned. "I hope you know better than to confuse me with Frenchmen, Bretons, the cursed Saxons, or, God forbid, Welsh."
"Normans are considered Frenchmen these days," said Helena. William scowled. "Don't scowl at me," said Helena. "It isn't my fault."
"You may thank the Lord God in his divine mercy that it is not," said William. "And to think I live to see the results." He muttered something unmentionable about younger siblings. "I am offended the miscreant responsible shares a name with my youngest brother and my grandfather. And I want you to know that I am offended on behalf of my brother and my grandfather."
"You show it well," said Helena.
"How, after the deeds of his father and brother could he be so...so...so...unbelievably incompetent!"
"Well, I think there were some Edwards and some Henrys that got it back for a little while, anyways," weakly offered Helena.
William harrumphed gruffly. "What's past is past, I suppose." He brightened again. "Enough melancholy. More apples!" He began to devour Granny Smith number seven. He looked like a small child with the wreckage of Granny Smith apples dripping down his chin. It really is a beautiful thing to see someone enjoying something so much that they forget to wipe their face. At least this was what Helena was trying to tell herself as she was desperately attempting (and failing) to repress the image of William ruining perfectly good button-down shirts while eating chili, or barbecue, or oatmeal, or soup... Helena corrected herself about the soup. While she still couldn't quite convince him that using a spoon was the best way the eat soup, she had to admit that he was the most graceful soup drinker she'd ever seen. He looked pretty graceful and dignified eating with his fingers, come to think of it...
Helena handed William a napkin. William looked momentarily confused, then started to laugh. "Merci beaucoup," he said taking the napkin and wiping his face. "I must appear quite the vision. I'm devouring apples like a man that hasn't eaten well in more than 900 years." He laughed again.
Helena smiled in spite of herself. It really was quite amazing watching this man open up when she realized opening up wasn't something he did well. He was normally aloof, but around her he seemed to blossom. William seemed to respect Chris, but he still kept something of a distance. I have some friends William ought to meet, she thought. After appropriate screening...
Record Last Changed Date: 11/28/2009
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