Times past seasons, mixed things changed. There she was in her shirts and jeans, the blonde teenager growing into a male's choice, growing to become a dazzling young lady, but situations left her more like an outcast amongst freeborn, as usual she was always found doing house chores. Dale now had a bent figure. She had acquired that from the constant grass cutting, sweeping and scrubbing she was always assigned and forced to do. She had five round scars right on the back of her fist, two on her left and three on her right, they had been gotten from cigarette burns.

The first two, the oldest were placed there...