A Tinn’s tale

t was just like any other market day. On the little marketplace the villagers bargained about eggs and cloth, they shared gossip and played games. The traders from Locksley, Applevalley and beyond (some even claimed to have come all the way from Windle) had their wares displayed on the counter and were bellowing for attention. Chickens were scurrying around, herded by a farmer who sold them.

Merle had come to fetch a barrel and some cloth for new summer dresses. She was just checking the barrels out.

Then she saw him. No! Not him again. She had sworn to herself she would not look Louis in the eye again. She had her pride!

But you should never make promises you can’t keep, and Merle found herself already watching him. He noticed her, ofcourse, grinned and walked towards her.

Merle considered for a moment the possibility to run away, to get away so she wouldn’t have to face him. But then he would run after her, and she would have to let him catch her some place lonely. She preferred the marketplace filled with people, and thus she turned her head, pretended to study the pretty barrels and waited for his voice.

Still it was a surprise when she felt his hand upon her shoulder. She cringed, but when she turned round it was only the owner of the stand, asking her if she liked the barrels. She stared him numbly in the face.

Then she heard his cheerful voice.

‘Good morning, my good man! Can I borrow this lady for a second?’ Before she knew it, he had whirled her around and looked her in the eye. Merle cringed.

‘Look,’ he said, ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Well,’ Merle began. His look told her something very different.

‘I really am!’

He looked right through her with his dark blue eyes. But surely he couldn’t see through her, Merle thought. She began to get angry again. He always pretended to be a gentleman, but who did he think he was?

‘A gentleman wouldn’t even do that,’ she spat once she had worked up her courage.

‘Oh, yes he would,’ chuckled Louis. ‘And much worse, my dear. But that’s not my point.’

‘Don’t call me your dear!’

‘Aren’t you?’ Suddenly his face was close, way too close. But he didnt plan to kiss her. His expression was one of grim silence.

She took a step back and held her head high. ‘No. No, Louis,  I ain’t. I won’t be a dear to anyone who’s trying to seduce me.’

He watched her, still with that look but now with a peculiar smile. ‘You’ll regret that.’ was all he said before he turned on his heels and left.

 [silliness]

I could not have been a coincidence that just afterwards he returned with two pillows and proceeded to smack her on the head.

At once Merle melted, but ofcourse she did not leave it at that, and they forgave eachother and had lots of fun beating the crack out of eachother afterwards.

Louis took her home on his mare and kissed her good day.

All’s well that ends well..
[/silliness]

This isn’t the last we will see of them, but no more real stories, I think. From now on they’ll be all over eachother. Like they are in game.

It is a very silly end, I know that. I wanted their story to end on a happy note, and after all, the Sims is silliness in itself.