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Villager: Saint

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ID: #262080

Name: Saint

Gender: Genderless

Location: Quetzal Palace

Born 4 years, 3 months ago

Career: Herbalist

Owner: PK_Love


Genus: Shifty

Color: Midnight

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House: Tigereye Peak House (1/205)

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“there it goes, brrn-brrn, the rainclouds are rolling in.
then came the gale, and all of a sudden, i was drenched to the skin.
it feels just like all my troubles are being washed away,
like i could just forget how to cry.”

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Comments 12

    • "Quiet!" Fergus barked. He turned to his eldest son. "Do you want to go to the acad…to the school?" he asked him.

      The eldest son picked at a scab on his ear. "Would I get in trouble for fighting and knocking other boys' teeth out?" he asked.

      Fergus nodded. "You might."

      "I wouldn't like that," the eldest declared.

      Wiglaf tried again. "Father, I—"

      "Shush!" Fergus turned to his second-eldest. "Do you want to go to the school?" he asked him.

    • The second-eldest scratched a bedbug bite on his neck. "Would I have to comb my hair and change my britches?" he asked.

      Fergus nodded again. "Most likely."

      "Then I won't go," the second-eldest said.

      "I will, Father!" Wiglaf exclaimed. "Pray, send me!"

      But Fergus only rolled his eyes and turned to his fourth-eldest. "You're a big, strapping lad," he began. "How would you—"

    • "Wait, Father!" Wiglaf cut in. "Think on this: If I slay a dragon, I shall bring you a mountain of gold! You would like that, would you not?"

      "Yes…" Fergus nodded slowly.

      "And if the dragon gets the better of me?" Wiglaf went on. "Well, you say I am no use to you in the cabbage fields anyway!"

    • "Hmm…" Fergus tugged at a chicken bone that had been tangled in his beard all week. "I have it!" he roared at last. "I shall sendWiglaf to the dragon school! He is no use to me in the cabbage fields anyway!"

      "That's a fine idea, Fergus," Molwena put in. "But what about the seven pennies? Where would we get that kind of money?"

    • Fergus shrugged. "That pig of his should bring seven pennies."

      "You mean, sell Daisy?" Wiglaf cried.

      Wiglaf's younger brother wiped his nose on his sleeve. "Daddy?" he said. "When Wiglaf goes, can I have his goatskin to sleep under?"

      "Yes, all right," replied his father.

      "But—" Wiglaf began.

    • "Can I have his spoon, then?" asked his even younger brother.

      "Yes, yes," answered Fergus.

      "Can I have his boots?" asked his still younger brother. "And his britches and his tunic?"

      "Wait!" Wiglaf cried. "I'm not dead, am I? I still need my clothes! And I shall never sell Daisy! Never!"

      "Oh, do be quiet," Molwena scolded. "How else are you going to get seven pennies?"

      Wiglaf folded his arms across his chest. "I shall find a way."

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