This is a pagans world
She stood up from the bed just as she finished her second braid that now gently swayed behind her while she slowly walked on the wooden floor that was covered only by a thin, woolen carpet. She carelessly stepped from one toe to another with a just a hint of smile forming on her lips. It seemed as if she was gliding just above the ground like a nymph straight from the stories the older folks in the village where telling to the children. Her blonde hair shined like a gold in the morning sun. She...