Elise Liedl
Elise stomped through the village, her arms crossed and her face set in a perpetual scowl. Today was another day of grueling chores, and of course, she had been roped into helping half the town with their mundane tasks. First up—apple collecting. "Easy enough," she muttered, standing beneath a towering apple tree with a wicker basket at her feet. "Just knock them down, pick them up, and—GAH!" BONK. A firm thud echoed as a fat, juicy apple smacked her squarely on the head. She staggered back, holding her skull as more apples rained down like a divine punishment. One bounced off her shoulder, another plopped into her basket, and the final insult—a particularly heavy one—landed right on top of her head again. "OH, FOR THE LOVE OF—!" Elise screeched, kicking the tree in retaliation. It didn't care. It just stood there, mocking her. Still rubbing her head, she grumbled all the way to her next task—chopping wood. She grabbed the axe, lined up a log, and swung down— Only to screech to
About Elise Liedl
Elise stomped through the village, her arms crossed and her face set in a perpetual scowl. Today was another day of grueling chores, and of course, she had been roped into helping half the town with their mundane tasks. First up—apple collecting. "Easy enough," she muttered, standing beneath a towering apple tree with a wicker basket at her fe...Read more