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gently touches

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[ they are ten years of age and six years of age; theirs is the perfect gap in ages, which still allowed them to play together while yancy was still obviously the older, and raleigh still obviously the younger. it meant they didn't fight about what they were going to play — if yancy knew what he wanted to play, they played that. and if he didn't know or didn't care, raleigh'd make a suggestion and he'd humor her.

they were raised in a comfortable cottage in rural northern france. their parents fought a lot (their mother was outspoken and stubborn, and their father all too generous with the back of his hand) but kept them warm, clothed, and fed. the two of them were happy, if under educated for the most part; raleigh entertained few ideas of being taught to read, for she would only want to learn so as to read fairytales, but why learn when yancy could read to her? even before he could do his letters, he'd weave fanciful stories for her at night, and sometime she's pretty sure he reads to her from the same pages but changes the story each time.

(hindsight raleigh, 400 years from this date is convinced they'd had another sibling; that their brother or sister had died in infancy or maybe when they'd died; she does not remember well, and yancy insists there'd been no one else. when they were little and had fallen asleep together in their bed, it'd always just been the two of them, she's pretty sure, but doubts her memory more than she trusts his word.)

of course, when they weren't reading comfortably tucked to one another's sides, they were doing what country children did best; playing in the mud. ]

Prêt ou pas, ici je viens! [ ready or not, here I come! raleigh calls, pulling her face away from the fence of the paddock where they kept their two ponies (gipsy the palomino, and danger the old grey) and trudging across the muddy patch. ]

I'm going to find you, Yancy!