Each man is going to have his opinions, and each woman her objections, but at the end of it all there is only one truth. A truth that some will embrace with open arms and some will cut out like a less than appetizing section of beef. The facts don't change when you ignore them, no matter how hard you try, and try he did.
Sir Clarence Allister Was a simple man of small fortune. Liked by many, admired by few. Nothing exciting or noteworthy ever happened in his life and he liked it that way. Though he was expected to marry before his dear mother passed, and that would disrupt his life entirely.
"So bothersome, women are. All they care about are fashions and friends. I don't see why I should need one in my life." Only these mumblings on a Sunday afternoon were a lie. As the only son of a well-bred family, he had obligations to expand it. "I could just give mother the grandchildren she wants. Two or three should do it. Then I can go back to my peaceful life." Clarence knew full well he was lying to himself, and accepted that.
The sun had been exceptionally hot that summer and the forest life surrounding the Allister estate suffered for it. There was far too little water to go around so not even the weeds in the grass had a chance to grow. Clarence's favorite hound, however never suffered a day in her life and got all the water and meat she could want. Their afternoon walks were a highlight of his day as she chased after squirrels and the occasional bird. If Anissa could grow wings from sheer will she would soar with the best of them.
The air in the forest changed as Anissa suddenly stopped mid pursuit of some creature to stare directly into a clearing ahead. Clarence Stopped as well, knowing there could be a predator ahead. Approaching slowly, with teeth bared, Anissa was silent as a ghost. The clearing came into view but no bear or wolf did. Only a pile of pale fabric in the center, illuminated by the August sun. Clarence relaxed and approached the heap faster, A still cautious hound by his side.
Upon a closer inspection the heap turned out to be a blanket, wrapped tightly around a figure. Brown hair spilled out one end and five small toes out the other. Clarence pulled the blanket from the end with the hair to reveal a still breathing, yet entirely naked woman. Immediately he began turning red and returning the blanket all the while apologizing. The woman did not respond to his words, only slept in the grass and the twigs. Anissa smelled all around the unconscious girl, not seeming to find anything of interest, then ran off to find something to play with.
Clarence only sat there for a minute watching her face. A woman this perfect ad to have fallen from the heavens. There was no other explanation. Long Dark hair surrounded a delicate ivory face and soft features. The sunlight playing on her eyes was not enough to wake her, and he dared not touch her in this state. "I must find a doctor or a constable. Someone must know who she is. Anissa!" The dog returned with a bird in her teeth and happily sat next to her master. "Stay here, girl. I have to go and-"
"That won't be necessary, Sir. I'm just fine." Clarence looked down to see the woman sitting up on her elbows, with the blanket pooled at her waist, uncaring of how exposed she now was. Clarence tried to make sense of the situation but only managed a stutter.
The last thing he heard was Anissa's barking as he fell to the ground and became unconscious himself.
