Emma aka Nanny, Igorth (c) Cosgrove Hall Story (c) to me, Steffie
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The young hen, who was known as Emma, sighed in defeat as she stirred the pot of stew with her spoon while the dashing young Igorth made a potion nearby. A dark and gloomy expression crept on his face as he noted which ingredients his potion lacked.
Although she hadn't worked with him long enough to know him, one thing she noted was the fact that he never smiled before. It was as if the young vulture feared that his face would crack if he dared to do so. Emma found it quite depressing that the young fowl never smiled before. No one should wear a dark and gloomy expression on their face the entire time, especially one as handsome as Igorth!
The hen was brought out of her thoughts when she suddenly noticed the corners of Igorth's beak started to turn upwards as he got all the ingredients he needed for his potion. Her heart fluttered in excitement for a moment before it sunk down to her feet.
The vulture's smile wasn't a pleasant smile at all. In fact, the smile was as dark as his dark; which sent chills down her spine.
Be careful what you wish for...
The End