Two thiefes [with WingedAria]

[Idea]

"Halt!" I ordered, pulling back the reigns a bit to stop the horse. I got down and approached the wooden hut where the farmer lived. A few days ago, he had come to my father to beg for aid. My father was the lord of this land and agreed to aid if that was possible. So, as the heir, I was sent to do my father`s job and find out a way to help the poor man. I knocked on the door, bashing the silvery metal of my gauntlets against the wood.


The old farmer opened it at last. His eyes widened with a hopeful glow as he saw me.


"Hi! M-M-M-My lord!" He said, kneeling.


"Please rise. I`m not lord yet. Your courtesy is appreciated, though." I replied, smiling at the man. "I could use some more...information on your issue before I can solve it. I had plans for this afternoon, and I don`t intend to get rid of them unless in case of absolute need. So I`ll be fast here."


"Of course. Please, come in." The man said. I raised a hand and shook my hand in sign that I had no intention of going in. "As you wish. You see, our problem began..."

 

[wingardium.]

A small breath of frustration escaped Abelia's lips as she dotted the brow of her sister with an cool cloth, her own brow creased with worry. The young girl had came down with a cough upon their journey on the king's road which turned into a sweating fever after being caught in a storm. A farmer and his wife were kind enough to take them in, but being poor they had nothing to offer other than shelter from the rain and some broth. With her sister's condition getting worse, the farmer went down to the lord's court himself and begged for help. That was days ago. Still no one came...


It had been years since she had seen her father, a knight in the high lord's guard, it had been so long without any word from him she did not even know if he was still alive or not. Upon the death of her mother, she and her sister were sent away to be raised by a distant family member until they became of age. It had been a fortnight after her sixteenth name day when they were put on the road with no more than a few pence to their name and a chuck of stale bread each. The trip had went smooth until her sister had gotten a fever. That cursed fever, Abelia thought.


Her attention quickly moved on from her brooding to towards sudden knock on the door, her heart flew to her throat. Was it help after all? Abelia listened intently at the quick exchange between the farmer and the lord. She couldn't wait any longer and before she could control herself she blurted out, "please help my sister!" She could feel the heat of embarrassment from her cheeks.

 

[Idea]

Suddenly, someone called, asking for help. It was a women, a young one. If I recalled correctly, there was a sick young women in the hut, that being the farmer`s problem. But if it was then why did she look so healthy? There had to be another one...


"Pardon, her, my lord, she`s a tired of attending to her sister, over whom we called you." the famer explained. I nodded.


"I see. May I come in after all, then?" I inquired.


"Of course my lord." The farmer said, bowing.


"I am not a lord yet." I repeated, shaking my head as I walked in. The woman had a poor look to her, no more so than her sister, lying down on a straw bed. I walked towards her and looked at the healthy sister.


"What did she go through so far? Tell me everything that happened to her since the first symptoms arrived." I requested.