Mud covered walls and a thatched roof cover the earthen, well-swept floor, packed hard from many generations of feet packing it hard. A fire burns brightly in the dim interior and a wood covered window is thrown wide to let the smoke escape. A few modest woven chairs and a fur skin rug are around the hearth, and a beaten copper pot hangs over the fire, simmering. The smell of mutton stew fills the room.
Modest living area, Inside Cottage
sister
mother
I am a mother of eight children. I live with my family in a cottage in the countryside. I spend every day tending to the needs of all of my little ones which can be overwhelming, but I always manage to maintain a pleasing disposition and a happy smile.
Oh dear sister!  I am so happy you have decided to visit us here in the countryside! "Yes, I'm so happy to see you! How've you been?" It has been far too long!  With eight children it can be a bit overwhelming, but I am glad you are able to help me with the little ones, even if only for a wee bit. "Eight must be exaushting indeed. How are they doing? Little Mary was sick, last I heard. Is she better?" Yes, she have recovered nicely!  William still won't stop pestering Helen at school, and little Judith so loves to chase the field mice! "I'm glad to hear they're doing well. I smell a good stew going, is it done?" Almost!  The Moose is nearly ready, and we've been roasting a boar in anticipation of your arrival! "Ah, you're preparing a feast for me! You shouldn't have." For you dear sister?  Anything!  But forgive my manners, how are you doing?  How is life in the big city treating my little sis? "It's so very different from the country! It's so busy and loud and hectic, but I love it." Are you still being courted by that handsome lad you wrote of in your last letter? "No, he turned out to be... a bit angry when he drinks."