Aight here's a narrative version.

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[colour=lavender][h2]Kinna Brookwidth[/h2]
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Summer light warmed the leaves and flowers of the gardens at Brookwidth manor. Those days were happy, the happiest of Kinna's life, days her father would spend indulging her when he was not so busy navigating the legal puzzles of presiding over land in three different realms, days her mother's illness did not seem so grave. In those days she was happy to live the life of a child, even attending her lessons with a smile, and the whole of the manor would keep a watchful eye over her, such that no room or lawn of her father's residence would ever be unsafe.

Kinna laughed as she reached her hand into the rushes. The stream trickled almost silently beyond; somewhere a bird was warbling. [color=lavender]"Come out! Come on, pleeaase... Oh, don't be like that. You wouldn't do anything."[/color]

Her hand emerged. A thrice-coiled adder lay wrapped around her wrist, her hand gripping its tail. A small snake, to be sure; but this was one of the largest of that kind, as long as the girl's arm and then some. Its earth-red eye fixed upon her as it rested its head on her arm, its skin cool, smooth, and enticing as its coils clenched and shifted around Kinna's hand.

The little girl smiled. [color=lavender]"You wouldn't do [i]anything.[/i]"[/color]

Indeed, though its grip tightened nervously around the girl as she stood up and marched to the manor, the serpent clung on with a certain sense of calm, visibly aware of the strangeness of its circumstances yet unable to perceive any kind of threat.

"Kinna!" The cry was sharp from the senior laundrymaid. "Kinna, oh- oh, you mustn't play with such a thing! You mustn't!"

Kinna laughed, and the washerwomen began to laugh with her, a little more shrilly. It was one thing for the curious young lady to be brave, but their lives were at stake if she was bitten, and they were right to be anxious. Kinna raised the heavy serpent to her lips and kissed its dappled forehead. One of the maids looked rather faint. 

[color=lavender]"She's my friend,"[/color] she declared. [color=lavender]"She would never bite me."[/color]

There was a moment of quiet. The senior maid smiled, sighing a deep and tired sigh. "Very well, young lady. If your father approves... But put that thing back in the mud soon, won't you? You'll frighten the girls."

Kinna's laugh was as loud and clear as the call of a wren. Her father approved everything.

[color=lavender]"I'm going to show it to the whole manor!"[/color]

The gathering erupted in impotent protest as Kinna ran away, echoed by a thump that was either a basket or a laundrymaid collapsing. In a moment she was gone.

The Brookwidth manor grounds were not so large, and Kinna came rather close to her stated goal. The maids in the kitchen screamed and giggled through the window. The squires in the exercise yard feigned terror and laughed and pointed dull swords at the thing. The gardener sighed, and waved the girl away with a smile; Kinna's unusual games in the garden were only frightening the first six or so times. Even Adomo Manciora, her father's chief secretary, who quite preferred to set his desk in the sunlight, looked up from his letters and gently chastised her for disturbing him so (and only for that).

The master of horse did not impede her, for all his frowns, and nor did the banner-knight dismounting beside him: Sir Guthcairn, oldest friend of Lord Brookwidth, a man who moved like a stork yet was built like a bull. It was the stablehand, scarred from hard labour, lean and sharp in the eye as only young men can be, that brought an end to her reverie.

"Sire!" The outburst was sudden and aghast, his eyes flashing from the snake to the banner-knight who watched it with unsurprised interest. "Sire- how long has she been touching that thing? It's unclean, sire- for God's sake- it's a serpent!"

"Steady, lad," said his uneasy master, glancing up at the enormous frame of the unflinching knight. "Our lady is Lord Brookwidth's only child. He knows what's best for her..."

"Look at her! By God, man, look at her! No Lord in his right mind would let his daughter carry on like this. Haven't you heard the stories? She wanders alone in the night, she never gets sick, her whole household spares her the rod- now she catches vipers in her bare hands! What next? What happens when she becomes a woman?"

Stunned silence from the stable master. From the banner-knight, nothing. 

"Can't you see that she's- stricken? She needs a priest. She needs a priest and the Abbess herself to come and watch over her for a while- no, she needs to go and spend a year in the Abbey with the nuns, that's it. A lady like her needs to be set straight early, or else we'll be left with no less than witchcr-"

Sir Guthcairn stepped forward so calmly that the stablehand did not even pause his tirade, and struck him with his fist. 

The man's head snapped backwards with the force of the blow and he toppled instantly, tumbled and crashed into the hard timber walls of the stable. Blood streamed from his nose and his lip, neither of which still held their proper shape. Guthcairn bent over as if picking up a dropped trinket and lifted him by his shirt against the wall, back-handed him savagely, and threw him into the hard dirt outside.

No one moved. The stable master only watched wide-eyed. The snake flicked its tongue. Not even the horses showed signs of unease.

"Master Wilrey, see that you acquire a new stablehand," Sir Guthcairn said softly. He laid a hand on Kinna's back and turned her away from the concussed and drooling man. "Come, my dear. I'm sorry for disturbing you like that. I just can't abide such a foul accusation against you. It would not be right."

Kinna's watery gaze did not rise from the floor, and he stroked her hair as gently as he would his own daughter's.

"[i]I[/i] like your snake."

She sniffed. She smiled a little.
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