wherestoriescomefrom: He strode up to her and glared. “Good morning to you too,” said A

wherestoriescomefrom:

He strode up to her and glared.

“Good morning to you too,” said Agnieszka pleasantly.

“What are you doing?”he asked, his voice dangerously low. “You’ll break your leg!”

She was feeling particularly mischievous this morning. She knew what she was going to do only a few seconds before she didit.

She dropped down from the branches, her iron grip on the branch while her knees held her still on the crook of the wood. Sarkan spluttered as her skirt fell down, her drawers being the only things to save her modesty.

He swore under his breath.

“Anyone could see!” he hissed.

“And just who will see?” she asked, one hand hanging down comfortably. “Who’s here besides you, you old frump?”

For the harvest fair by @uprootedficathon . I’ve attached the WIP because in painting, Sarkan’s angry expression seems to be lost. I’m trying to be more accepting of my mistakes and trying to show them alongside finished products, because I want to map my progress. I suppose we live and learn. Read the rest here!