She wanted to grumble, but she had no choice at this point. She had to fetch the water in order to have her shower. After Roxanne went back to her room to change into something more winter friendly, she took the bucket and pail, travelling to the front of the cottage, and then outside. She looked around and finally spotted the place her grandmother described to be the location of the well.
It had a bricklayer, and it was only a metre tall at most. Roxanne looked at the cover, it was made of some sort of metal looking material, though when she touched it, for some odd reason it wasn’t cold. Considering the weather condition around her, that was indeed a surprise to her.
She felt a tinge of curiosity, so she decided to check out just how deep the well was. One look made her almost re
