Ælfric cut an almost comical little figure as he wobbled along the courtyard sidewalk, his cap flopped over in the warm spring breeze and his tail peeping from beneath the baggy folds of his tunic, idly sweeping side to side with each step. He paused to take in the sight of the high towers cutting a silhouette in the clear May sky; perhaps it was due to his short stature, but everything in this new age seemed bigger and taller than anything he remembered in his own time. Lost in this state of wonder, the little creature caught his foot on a dip in the sidewalk, dropping the basket of flowers he had been gathering by the lake for his May Day offering as he went tumbling head over tail.
The warrior mouse squeaked in dismay as he rubbed tenderly at his damp snub nose, shaking his head as he took stock of where he had landed... He silently cursed his own clumsiness in this new form as he saw what was going to be his offering of flowers floating in the basin of a fountain. With a defeated look, Ælfric dusted himself off and plodded over to the nearest bench, plopping himself down as he began to sulk over his imprecated situation.
"Oh, gods, why did you curse me so?" he grumbled in his native West Saxon tongue...
The warrior mouse squeaked in dismay as he rubbed tenderly at his damp snub nose, shaking his head as he took stock of where he had landed... He silently cursed his own clumsiness in this new form as he saw what was going to be his offering of flowers floating in the basin of a fountain. With a defeated look, Ælfric dusted himself off and plodded over to the nearest bench, plopping himself down as he began to sulk over his imprecated situation.
"Oh, gods, why did you curse me so?" he grumbled in his native West Saxon tongue...
