Erin's Perspective:
The festival is still roaring on and eventually, she starts getting hungry and walks into the village tavern called the Golden Acre. It has emptied with most of the patrons outside by the bonfire. Erin looks around at the stone and wood built tavern.
The greats old giant beams of oak hold up the ceiling have been decorated with golden strands of wheat for the festival. She walks to one of the huge oak benches which could easily hold twenty to thirty people.
But currently, she is only one of seven at this bench. Erin already knows what she wants to order. She looks at the waitress and orders the festival special which is a meat pie filled with potatoes, goat's cheese, beef, and spinach. She also orders the house's famous blood orange mead.
Erin thinks about where her parents are and what they are up to. She hopes they are at the festival having a great time. As both of them work so hard in the wheat fields every day.
Her thoughts are disrupted when she sees the local blacksmith's son. Thomas Woodson. He had an athletic build with some muscles from hammering out farm tools all day. He is about 5' 10, his eyes are blue-green. He was clean-shaven and had short black hair. Thomas was wearing a normal white cotton button-down blouse and brown wool trousers. Something a normal villager would wear daily. He glances over at Erin and catches her looking at him.
Thomas smiles and makes his way over to Erin. He decides to take a seat next to her. "I love your hair and your dress. They are both very festive for tonight." He says to Erin as he waits for the waitress.
Erin starts to get a little flustered at Thomas's compliment to her. Erin's cheeks turn a rosy red color. "Thank you Thomas don't you have to help your father this festival, at his craft stall ?" Erin says stuttering a little still being caught off guard by what Thomas said earlier. "My father let me off early so I could enjoy some of the festivals before it turns to day." He replies sarcastically as he turns to the waitress who is walking over. He ordered two mugs of mead to go.
"But truthfully my father sent me here to pick him up some mead," Thomas says as he turned back to Erin.
"Awe that is too bad that you can not enjoy the festival tonight, maybe we can both come back tomorrow to enjoy it?" Erin says blushing like crazy trying to reel in hopefully her future husband. "Sure I would love to." Thomas replied quickly, just in time for the waitress to return with Thomas's order.
He pays for the mead and stands up. "I'll see you here at dusk tomorrow for the festival." Thomas says as he walked out of the tavern with his two mugs of mead.
Erin was so in shock by Thomas's response that she could not even muster words and only smiled and nods her head in response. She was all smiles yet again. The waitress comes shortly later with the fresh piping hot meat pie and the cool refreshing mug of blood orange mead. Erin pays the waitress three copper pieces and began to eat the hot meat pie with a delighted smile.
She then turns to the mead and guzzles it down. When she finished her drink Erin let out a sigh of satisfaction. As she finished up she stood up and walked out of the tavern, full to the brim, to see the festival dying down. Mainly due to everyone being passed out drunk or going home so they can be ready for the festival tomorrow morning.
Where all the merchants and craftsmen set up stalls to sell their items. Erin starts to walk back to her home on the same dirt path from earlier. She was stuffed from great food, eyes full of joy from the festival, and a blush on her cheeks from Thomas. She reaches her home after a short walk and opens the old rotting wooden door.
As she stepped inside all lanterns were out. Erin also did not see her parents anywhere and just shrugs it off. She goes to lay down on her bed. It was a small wooden frame with a straw mattress, along with a sheep wool blanket and pillow. The day has gone just as she hoped for. Tomorrow must be even better she says to herself as she slips into the world of sleep.