Enchantrix

Oops, sorry for my long overdue post. I've been trying to keep to a constant one post per week at the very least, but it's not working very much due to my overflowing schedule, which doesn't permit me time to blog, or even write. Though I've been keeping to my writing job for about a month now, writing at least twice a week - either in school or on the weekends, because I have simply no time in between. :P Well, this is a short excerpt called 'Enchantrix', which I wrote during my Literature test. Teehees. Enjoy. ;)

Enchanted are the mistress and maiden, as they flounder through the golden leaves among sprigs of corn and showers of pink, purple and red petals. How sunny is the day, as the light radiates around the brightly-colored meadow of shimmer and shine. Ever-rosy are the cheeks of the lady with her hair swept up into a neat bun, wearing a hide made of fur from an ice bear, and a handmade dress woven with the strips of meat from a deer – her own, personalized lucky charm.
Her ivory-colored skin glittered in the natural glow as she turned to her servant beside her with newfound glory. “My, oh my, isn’t this place the loveliest of all, Mrs. Beck?” She cried out with loud exuberance.
The other, older woman with her hair worn in the exact same, prudent fashion replied respectfully, “Yes madam, would you like a cup of tea with some buck cherry? I’ll be setting up the little picnic there down by the lake, in a jiffy.”
A thin, wiry finger pointed to the surface of a glimmering reflection down at most thirty hectares or so from their current place, and the madam nodded, a pleasant smile on her face.
“No hurry, no hurry,” she spoke absentmindedly, starting down on the soft patch of green grass. The maiden cracked just a little – looks like she’d caught her mistress on her best day. Then, she dutifully bustled off to work, keeping in mind the professional aspect of her job.
Miss Barnes sauntered along the clean-cut greenery in a slow, easy fashion. A little unlikely for the busiest woman in the town council – but it was great wonder what a beautiful, calming place could to do such hurry.
But soon enough, kind old Mrs. Beck, who’d only wanted a job to keep steady her increasing financial expenses, broke the magic by huffing and puffing down the gentlest of slopes, balancing a tray in the nook of her arm, and the rest of their belongings in wherever else she could find to cram them into. A rather stressing sight, I might add.
She frantically hurried down to set it all up – like a picnic in a fantastical park – though slightly tripping on a weed, her big, fat bosom jiggling in her miraculous fluke to stay on both feet.
Numerous sighs came from both mistress and maiden as they settled down to rest, in this wonderful house of beauty, sipping cups of hot tea and enjoying nibbles of sugary cake that Mrs. Beck had packed with her. And, for the first time ever in the times of the mayor’s ruling, Miss Barnes was caught barefooted. Such a great time to relax, she did not pass up.
“So, may you say that the town council should lessen their nightly meetings? Absolutely not! To horror with you, Mrs. Beck!” The lady called, utterly appalled, and hugging a dark secret within her. Nobody must know of it.
But her servant had no time to reply – simply no time at all! For the sentence was taken right out of her mouth, but through the neigh of a horse! And from the distasteful look that a professional maiden should never have on her face, I can so safely tell you that this horse isn’t just a normal horse. And the little girl standing beside it definitely wasn’t either.

--Enchantrix