The Countess of Montessavo
Essa ran into Sorva that afternoon, she was rushing to make it to her appointment with her great aunt who she had never met before. “I’m sorry,” she exclaimed as Sorva fell down, five loafs of bread tumbling down with him. He groaned as a few of the loafs fell into a puddle. Grasping his lower back, he shifted his weight to his right knee as he lifted himself up. “Clumsy” he muttered angrily as he glared at Essa. “This is why orphans should not be allowed to roam around the town square.” “Get!,” he barked. She scuttled away, tucking a spare bread under her skirt hoping he would not notice. This would be her dinner, she thought.
