Day Dreaming

Once upon a time, a beautiful woman appeared before a poor village dressed in deep blue garments made with layers of cotton linen cloth. As she entered the streets, men and women were enchanted by her warm gentle, beauty. Upon each person she met, she would tare off a yard of fabric and give it freely. Mesmerized by her kindness, all bowed and accepted each peice of cloth without mistrust.

Upon each layer that she gave away, piece after piece, her garments started to reveal lighter in color until she reached the village square. Beneath the gifted layers of cloth, revealed a white, silk dress that reflected the tantalizing orange & pink hues of the days sunset.

The Lord and Lady of the village, hearing of this mysterious woman opened their village hall upon her arrival. As she entered the front archway, she stepped onto the building’s brick floor steadily. Ripping off the silk cuffs around her wrists, she handed a ringlet of silk to each guard who accompanied her and bowed in gratitude.

At the helm of the hall sat Lord & Lady Madrigold. Glittered with furs and fine jewelry, they stationed their postures forward to see this ethereal conundrum.

“No weapons appear to budge beneath the thin dress. Guards, leave us!”

The two sheathed their statures and relaxed with a bow towards their lead nobleman. As they turned to close the door, a hard knock signaled the rooms locked enclosure.

You have bewitched our village, Mistress…?” The Lord waved to hint at her finishing his sentence.

“Stillwater,” she curtsied in reverence. “My Lord & Lady.”

“Astonishing,” said the Lady. Lady Madrigold was astounded. With her 30 years on this planet she never witnessed such a marvel. “Miss Stillwater has the decorum of a noble, kindness of a saint, and the beauty of a ….”

Miss Stillwater revealed an eerie smirk, “A what, my dear Lady?”

“Guar—!” Shouted Lord Madrigold. His widened eyes below his wrinkled brows revealed a panicked rage.

Before he could finish his command, Miss Stillwater gently pulled a finger over her lips and blew a faint, “Sshh”.

———- to be continued.

“Ah yes - Now you remember me,” Mistress Stillwater spoke but neither nobleman could bat an eye under her spell. “You put me in a steal cage and did your very best to drown me. I believe that tactic has worked before for others, correct?”

Frozen in time, Lord & Lady Madrigold only shook with fear listening to every word this sorceress was uttering.

“Pity really. You had so much more to gain by just letting me be or simply working with me… but instead you decided to get rid of me. What is it with human leaders and control?” Mistress Stillwater, laid her hand on a chair and it swiveled around her so that she could simply lean back and sit.

“Oh right —“, she remembered. She waved her hand and allegedly freed the couples heads from the spell.

Gasping to find their once lost breath, they leaned their heads back into the chair.

“That’s better.” Miss Stillwater said. She grabbed a goblet in front of her filled with wine. “This conversation was getting boring with myself just speaking.”

“Nothing. I just want you to sit and listen. Can you do that?”

Lord Madrigold coughed and nodded, yes. Lady Madrigold followed in suit.

“Excellent.” She sipped her cup again - winced with disgust and waved her hand over the cup. The wine began to bubble and sprits. She sipped it again with a more satisfied gulp.

“Now, this is how it’s going to go. Now that you know that I am alive all I want you to do is leave me be to be the village healer. I get that what I can do is probably scary to you but it’s very normal to me. I am exhausted from hiding what I am capable of doing and for full transparency my efforts sustain no malice. Do not get me wrong, my abilities include the necessary tools to protect myself from harm but as long as no harm is sent my way, no harm towards you need worry.”

Both Lord & Lady Madrigold looked at each other wide-eyed.

“We almost killed you… I beg your pardon respectfully Miss Stillwater but it is hard to believe that you are sated from revenge,” said Lord Madrigold.

“I’m a healer, Lord Madrigold— not a witch. My intent lies in me being able to continue my work ‘till I die. I’d prefer to stay focused on that path rather than what you would personally prefer.” Miss Stillwater’s eyes locked with his. With a hesitation of focus, Lord Madrigold could see that Miss Stillwater’s irises looked like galaxy’s. Mesmerized his eyes stayed locked on hers.

“Oh snap out of it.” Miss Stillwater dismissed. “Do we have a deal?”

Lady Madrigold sighed. “We understand your proposal but if word were to travel of your existence among us, witch hunters will come for sure and possibly deter trade from our already poor village.”

“Ah hah!” Said Miss Stillwater. “Now that is where you would be wrong. Advertise me as a healer and you will attract more business that you could ever have imagined and your village will flourish. I have two men that I wish to keep as guards for me but none the resources to feed & equip them with the right armor. If you wish to see more glittering jewels that you already have at hand — I can guarantee that you will have it as long as you sustain myself and my guards with land and the necessary provisions to keep us alive. We will take payments for the healing and allow those from outside the village to visit as well.”

Lord Madrigold then had a vision of a prosperous trading post for his small village. People traveling far and wide to meet this incredible healer.

Once upon a time, a beautiful woman appeared before a poor village dressed in deep blue garments made with layers of cotton linen cloth. As she entered the streets, men and women were enchanted by her warm gentle, beauty. Upon each person she met, she would tare off a yard of fabric and give it freely. Mesmerized by her kindness, all bowed and accepted each peice of cloth without mistrust.

Upon each layer that she gave away, piece after piece, her garments started to reveal lighter in color until she reached the village square. Beneath the gifted layers of cloth, revealed a white, silk dress that reflected the tantalizing orange & pink hues of the days sunset.

The Lord and Lady of the village, hearing of this mysterious woman opened their village hall upon her arrival. As she entered the front archway, she stepped onto the building’s brick floor steadily. Ripping off the silk cuffs around her wrists, she handed a ringlet of silk to each guard who accompanied her and bowed in gratitude.

At the helm of the hall sat Lord & Lady Madrigold. Glittered with furs and fine jewelry, they stationed their postures forward to see this ethereal conundrum.

“No weapons appear to budge beneath the thin dress. Guards, leave us!”

The two sheathed their statures and relaxed with a bow towards their lead nobleman. As they turned to close the door, a hard knock signaled the rooms locked enclosure.

You have bewitched our village, Mistress…?” The Lord waved to hint at her finishing his sentence.

“Stillwater,” she curtsied in reverence. “My Lord & Lady.”

“Astonishing,” said the Lady. Lady Madrigold was astounded. With her 30 years on this planet she never witnessed such a marvel. “Miss Stillwater has the decorum of a noble, kindness of a saint, and the beauty of a ….”

Miss Stillwater revealed an eerie smirk, “A what, my dear Lady?”

“Guar—!” Shouted Lord Madrigold. His widened eyes below his wrinkled brows revealed a panicked rage.

Before he could finish his command, Miss Stillwater gently pulled a finger over her lips and blew a faint, “Sshh”.

———- to be continued.

“Ah yes - Now you remember me,” Mistress Stillwater spoke but neither nobleman could bat an eye under her spell. “You put me in a steal cage and did your very best to drown me. I believe that tactic has worked before for others, correct?”

Frozen in time, Lord & Lady Madrigold only shook with fear listening to every word this sorceress was uttering.

“Pity really. You had so much more to gain by just letting me be or simply working with me… but instead you decided to get rid of me. What is it with human leaders and control?” Mistress Stillwater, laid her hand on a chair and it swiveled around her so that she could simply lean back and sit.

“Oh right —“, she remembered. She waved her hand and allegedly freed the couples heads from the spell.

Gasping to find their once lost breath, they leaned their heads back into the chair.

“That’s better.” Miss Stillwater said. She grabbed a goblet in front of her filled with wine. “This conversation was getting boring with myself just speaking.”

I came across so many photos from years ago that I never posted because I didn't have the confidence and I thought I wasn't pretty and fit enough to "get out there".

Now looking back I really think I could have been even an influencer with that content and I just don't get how I could think I didn't look great when I looked like a model 🫣