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She was in the Auld Shillelagh, a tavern halfway between Hatherton and Bristol, which was a regular haunt of Edward's and like before, as it was the summer and Mother and Father toiled over the shearing at home, when Edward'd make more frequent trips into town, it was regular to the tune of several times a day.
He'd admit he hadn’t taken much notice of her at first, which was not unusual: though once he'd prided himself on knowing the exact location of any pretty woman nearabouts, Cosette was still a recent if fading notion in his memory. Regardless, the Shillelagh wasn’t the sort of place you expected to find a pretty woman. A woman, yes. A certain type of woman. But this girl wasn’t like that: she was young, about Edward's age, and she wore a white linen coif and a smock. Looked like a domestic.
( In which Edward tries to be a hero and winds up needing rescuing himself, instead. )
[[ and we're off into canon for real! taken and adapted from the novelization of Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag, by Oliver Bowden. mentions of attempted (but unsuccessful) date rape under the cut. ]]
He'd admit he hadn’t taken much notice of her at first, which was not unusual: though once he'd prided himself on knowing the exact location of any pretty woman nearabouts, Cosette was still a recent if fading notion in his memory. Regardless, the Shillelagh wasn’t the sort of place you expected to find a pretty woman. A woman, yes. A certain type of woman. But this girl wasn’t like that: she was young, about Edward's age, and she wore a white linen coif and a smock. Looked like a domestic.
( In which Edward tries to be a hero and winds up needing rescuing himself, instead. )
[[ and we're off into canon for real! taken and adapted from the novelization of Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag, by Oliver Bowden. mentions of attempted (but unsuccessful) date rape under the cut. ]]
