A Tinn’s tale

Hello!

Tinn actually celebrates its second birthday this month! *gasp*
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erle had found herself a husband.

It had gone so rapidly, she couldn’t even begin to understand herself. It had gone so quickly and not even fully wrong. She did want to marry the boy, perhaps, eventually, but not like this.

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antine knocked on the wall and the pastor showed up. He looked a bit surprised.
‘Father,’ she began.
‘Mass is over, you know,’ he said, slightly amused. ‘Weren’t you there too?’
‘Yes,’ she said quickly, ‘I have come to confess.’
‘Ah.. come in, then. It’s quiet now.’

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pring came, and all the buds burst open, revealing the young leaves inside. Cherry trees blossomed and daffodils coloured the hills of Tinn’s valley a joyful yellow.
Most villagers were happy about the new spring. The wintery cold was over now. But the spring did not bring joy for everyone.

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Hi folks!

I have much to show you that doesn’t directly have to do with the story, so I decided to write some sort of Simtalk post, where we can actually talk about the villagers as Sims and not as people. *grins*
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After midwinter, the days were beginning to get longer. Every tree hid life, but if Robyn took another look, she could see that everything almost burst out of the buds.
They had, finally, been able to sneak off together and now they walked in the outskirts of the woods.

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idwinter came, and Quinten thought that an excellent opportunity to make some changes. Firstly, he adjusted the tax system, and secondly, he required the villagers to change their surnames into something decent, something that really showed who they were.

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espite their good care, Franks father Mart got worse again, after a while. Karline woke up at night from his coughing, and in the worst nights it even woke Frank in the other room.
The physician had come for his annual visit at the village. He had payed a visit at Mart as well, and he had sadly shaken his head when he returned from the bedroom.

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he snow fell like soft little feathers. Every living soul in the tiny village either was inside and warm, or playing in the snow. Except for five people, who were hurrying along the Old Road. It were Dorus Paral and his family.

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he Earl had called for Dorus to come, and as he knew what was hanging over his head, he could not help being a bit anxious.
But, being the brave man he was, he valiantly kissed his wife, put on his cloak and walked all the way to the old building where the Earl housed.

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