It wasn't the best life, she'll admit that....... but it could've been much worse. She could've never met Gajeel~Kun , or even Gray~Sama, or anyone in Fairy Tail. After all,they brought color to her grey world.
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WARNING QUITE SLOW...
The Knight In Iron Armor __________________________________
Can We talk About This
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_________________________________ A pale hand strained, and soft grunts could barely be heard over the rain. Juvia, dressed in brown pants and a white, button-up shirt (typical work uniform), reached for a peach. A group of workers clustered below, shouting for "Young Miss" to be careful. The fifteen year old let out a whoop of success when she touched the fuzzy skin, and she pulled, the peach coming off expertly and cleanly. She put it in the basket strapped to her hip, then slid down the slippery and wet ladder.
"Juvia thinks she got all the peaches on that tree. If you don't mind, she's going to go back to the house for a cup of tea."
Thank you for the help, Juvia-sama," an old man said, smiling at her. Rain dripped off his moustache.
"Any time, sir," Juvia said, exiting the orchard through a gate. She'd need dry clothes, too, along with tea. Maybe she'd take some up to Gran. She'd been awfully busy as of late.
Juvia walked in on a kitchen full of maids commenting on the "gloomy" rain. She smiled, pretended that she didn't hear them, and put a pot on the stove. Of course she knew that people would get sick of her rain eventually. Juvia was sick of it, too.
Wearing a fresh, ankle-length gray dress, Juvia knocked on the door quickly, returning her hand to the tipping tray of scones and milk tea.
"Come on in."
Juvia opened the door, revealing Marina swamped in paper work. The office was large and had a sleek gray rug in the middle. Bookshelves lined the walls, and towards the back was the desk, covered all over with stacks of paper; letters, bills, checks, whatever.
Marina looked up, smiled slightly. "Oh, Juvia, how was your day?"
Juvia set the tray down, pouring the creamy brown liquid into one teacup. "It was good. Juvia went to work in the peach orchards. The workers were quite concerned that she would slip on the ladder, since it was so wet and tall." She put the pot back down, sat at the chair across the desk. "How was Gran's day?"
"Oh, paperwork-y. I need you to do me a favor, actually."
"What?" she asked, taking a sip."Our delivery boy, Jason, has the flu. I need you to take the delivery to the market in town. It'll also give the workers a break from the rain, which I think they need. Okay?""Gladly." Juvia stood up, brushed her skirt. "Do you want me to take the cart?""Yeah. It's a big haul. Be safe,My Love tugged a strand of hair out of her face, then whipped the reins a bit, urging the horses on down the cobblestone road. As she entered town, people made way for her, obviously not desiring to get run over.
