SageofRhun

Roberta Shaw, a young woman in her mid 20s, breathed in and out as she looked ahead at the daycare. She had a messy shoulder length of dark hair. She also had dark eyes and wore a white t-shirt along with a pair of blue jeans. She marched into work and saw crowds of parents drop their kids off. A slight smile came off her face as she walked by. Looks like it might be a fun day today, heh. She walked into the staff room and saw her supervisor, Jay Mewari Tilak, a middle aged man. He had well kept hair and looked like a middle class white collar worker from Mumbai. His hair had gone gray near his temples, the rest of his hair was salt and pepper. With tired and aged eyes he stared at her with a gentle smile that had slight creases near the corner of his lips. “Why isn't it the lady of the hour?” he chuckled. “Thanks for coming, I appreciate it!” he nodded. “No problem Mr. Tilak,” she nodded. “I’m being paid overtime for this after all,” she scratched her head. Jay chuckled once

I wish not to be bound or stuck in a shiny and fanciful jewel As the sea is my home As foreign lands call to me accumulate even more riches I died the way of a valiant warrior at Stamford Only to have my own soul be bound in jewel by faery and not reach heaven’s throne I can see, I can see how everything has changed before my eyes From Constantinople to Kyiv, I can only recall my father-in-law Yaroslav with a warm heart along with my wife Elisiv Yet, my heart looks towards mounds of gold, loot, and booty As I see my kingdoms burn and looted if there isn’t any loot Yet, England should be mine, Magnus promised it all But I cannot even retain Norway or Denmark Hardrada? The hard ruled? I prefer to say fair haired Yet, the sea calls to me as does all the kingdoms north to me An oath to the sea, the desire to be a seafarer once more All denied as I lay stuck here with my kinsman Along with his godforsaken descendant, a nuisance A man who proclaims that justice is the greatest

Roberta Shaw, a young woman in her mid 20s, breathed in and out as she looked ahead at the daycare. She had a messy shoulder length of dark hair. She also had dark eyes and wore a white t-shirt along with a pair of blue jeans. She marched into work and saw crowds of parents drop their kids off. A slight smile came off her face as she walked by. Looks like it might be a fun day today, heh. She walked into the staff room and saw her supervisor, Jay Mewari Tilak, a middle aged man. He had well kept hair and looked like a middle class white collar worker from Mumbai. His hair had gone gray near his temples, the rest of his hair was salt and pepper. With tired and aged eyes he stared at her with a gentle smile that had slight creases near the corner of his lips. “Why isn't it the lady of the hour?” he chuckled. “Thanks for coming, I appreciate it!” he nodded. “No problem Mr. Tilak,” she nodded. “I’m being paid overtime for this after all,” she scratched her head. Jay chuckled once