The Girl's Spring's Tale
"'Whan that Aprill with his shoures sote'," quoth the young knight gentleman of scraggly blond facial hair and sunny grin, quoting the famous first line in Middle English in an accent most likely is alien to late 14th century Londoners.
[Enter PAUSE, which threatens to be (more) embarrassing with every passing second.]
"I'm sorry?" theyoung maiden spaced out girl finally asks, the blank look in her eyes clearing up a little.
He of scraggly blond facial hair and sunny grin grins in a vaguely embarrassed manner. "You know - Chaucer?" he says, gesturing to the half dozen of books the girl is checking out on Chaucer and The Canterbury Tales.
"Oh yeah," the girl mumbles vaguely, "in 'The General Prologue'."
"Yeah; something about spring and falling in love," he of scraggly blond facial hair and sunny grin grins sunnily.
Just two hours prior, in a tutorial on 'The Knight's Tale' that had commenced with her tutor's enthusiastic announcement of, "Today, we are going to talk about Love", said tutor had optimistically gone on about how it already seemed like spring, and how, even though it wasn't May, it looked like the time to be in love or falling in love, etc.
The girl snorts in a most un-sweet-maiden-ly manner. "Yeah," she mutters darkly, and thinks back on a nauseating and cringe-worthy Valentine to April she once scribbled. "And piercing March's drought," she adds, thinking sourly about how her March's drought still hasn't been pierced.
"That's right!" he of scraggly blond facial hair and sunny grin beams, and stacks up the girl's books and pushes them to her.
The girl collects her stack of books wearily, muttering "cheers" somewhat ungraciously.
"Thank you!" he of scraggly blond facial hair and sunny grin cheerfully says, bestowing another sunny grin.
What a sweetheart, a little voice pipes up, deep within the cluttered chaos of the girl's mind, as she walks out of the school library.
Yeah, comes the rejoinder from one of the more abrasive and arch voices, pity about the girl.
[Enter PAUSE, which threatens to be (more) embarrassing with every passing second.]
"I'm sorry?" the
He of scraggly blond facial hair and sunny grin grins in a vaguely embarrassed manner. "You know - Chaucer?" he says, gesturing to the half dozen of books the girl is checking out on Chaucer and The Canterbury Tales.
"Oh yeah," the girl mumbles vaguely, "in 'The General Prologue'."
"Yeah; something about spring and falling in love," he of scraggly blond facial hair and sunny grin grins sunnily.
Just two hours prior, in a tutorial on 'The Knight's Tale' that had commenced with her tutor's enthusiastic announcement of, "Today, we are going to talk about Love", said tutor had optimistically gone on about how it already seemed like spring, and how, even though it wasn't May, it looked like the time to be in love or falling in love, etc.
The girl snorts in a most un-sweet-maiden-ly manner. "Yeah," she mutters darkly, and thinks back on a nauseating and cringe-worthy Valentine to April she once scribbled. "And piercing March's drought," she adds, thinking sourly about how her March's drought still hasn't been pierced.
"That's right!" he of scraggly blond facial hair and sunny grin beams, and stacks up the girl's books and pushes them to her.
The girl collects her stack of books wearily, muttering "cheers" somewhat ungraciously.
"Thank you!" he of scraggly blond facial hair and sunny grin cheerfully says, bestowing another sunny grin.
What a sweetheart, a little voice pipes up, deep within the cluttered chaos of the girl's mind, as she walks out of the school library.
Yeah, comes the rejoinder from one of the more abrasive and arch voices, pity about the girl.
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