First of all, my name isn’t Daisy Briarrose. I made that up. I never did like the name my parents gave
me. I mean, really, who names a baby
Fizzle? Fizzle Fitzsimmons, that’s
me. I changed my name when I left
home. I stowed away in a wagon leaving
Lark and never went back. I hope I never
have to return.
Having no idea where the traders were heading with that group
of wagons, I burrowed deep into the trade goo ds and waited. I knew that I wanted to see the world, learn
new things, travel. And so I did. They plodded along through small hamlets and
towns, selling their goods along the way.
I would sneak out at night for food and drink. Sometimes I followed along for a day or
two. Sometimes I crawled back into my
hiding place and slept. When, after
several weeks of travel and trading we arrived at Bremel, I crawled out to look
around. I liked what I saw and there I
have stayed. For now, at least.
Gathering and selling mushrooms to some of the vendors and
inns in the city I have made a decent living.
I was able to buy my mule, Bingo, and save a little besides. I’ve made a few friends and at least one
enemy among the farmers of the area who don’t like for me to harvest my
mushrooms in their woods.
I count “Ox” Stonesinger as a friend and a sturdy mount. He’s
always ready to give my short legs a rest and offer a boost so I can look
around.
(Daisy is also friends with Joshua’s guy, but I’ll have to
add that connection later when we have his name and character info.)
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