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Winter 52 515AV
Smoke rings floated lazily above a head covered in thick dreadlocks with frizzy, springy curls standing out from the crown of her head in wild abandon. She was seated at her usual spot at the table in front of the hearth in the Obsidian Club, drinking her mug of ale* while puffing pensively on her pipe filled with the tobacco blue vision, or bluvi as she lovingly called it. Only moments ago she had ordered bread and a hunk of pork, but to be frank she was getting sick of eating the same old same old day in and day out. How she yearned to be of common stature so her diet could have fruits and vegetables in it rather than only the staples, protein and fiber with the occasional vegetable soup thrown in the mix. It was a hard knock life being of the poorer crop, but hopefully after winter let up and spring pushed up through the snow she would be able to have a higher condition of living, it was all she cared about was to get through this season without taking ill. She had hardly any kina’s to her name and wouldn’t be able to afford the medical bill.
Perhaps when she got her fat check next season she would look into hunting her own food.
‘Though, that would require a weapon.’ She thought sullenly, ‘I could look into a long bow, like Hip has, but I’m not sure that’s really me. Maybe I could get into trapping, there’s gots-ta to be a book in the library on that. Aye, it’d be nice to have me own meat to cook. I could even keep squirrel tails for toys for Thak!’ Her spirits picked up at the thought of the spoils from the hunting and she sat smoking her pipe enjoying thoughts of fresh deer meat and rabbit stew made by vegetables from her very own garden and rabbit caught by herself. ‘I’ll have to grow lots of potatoes… Ohh! And carrots. And onions…’ her stomach growled despite having eaten her lunch already. ‘I can’t stand the damn thought of it. I wonder how difficult garlic is to grow as well. Me thinks I’m going to have fun next year, if I could just have the money to do all of this.’ It felt like the spring was never going to come. Especially with all of that snow outside. She was roused from her thoughts of merry meals by a man and his companion, someone who looked to be his own brother, chatting loudly at the table next to her.
“AH hahahaharr!” The laugh was bellowed from the bottom of his stomach, the first man, who wore a tweed hat, was doubled over with laughter. “Yer a lucky man, Samuel!”, cried the second man wiping tears from his dirty face, the tears left clean streaks where the dirt was rubbed away, his skin was a dark, tan brown underneath the dirt. Samuel slapped his knee and continued on laughing. Saej almost had turned her attention away but he finally spoke. “In anycase I was out at my usual stream, a-fishin’ and a-reelin’ away when Lottie came up to me…”
‘Fishing!!! By Zintila that would be perfect.’ The idea struck her as too good to be true, she loved fish. It was a staple back in Wind Reach. The man began detailing the, gross, things he and Lottie had gotten up to by the stream and Saej was happy to ignore what he was saying. She had half an ear on him when she heard him mention the word “springs” rather loudly and she pulled her attention back to eavesdropping on the graciously open man’s conversation.
“Ye-up. It was right over by them Hot Springs of Kinell.”, Samuel detailed. “Great place to get ‘er on at. Keeps yer buttocks warm, ar har har har!” His brother snorted. Unfortunately Samuel wasn’t much to look at, nor was his brother, and Saej found herself repulsed by the thought of him or his brother petching anyone.
She stoked the last of her pipeweed with her finger, pressing the cherry farther into the burnt up bowl. Her lips puckered and relaxed twice on the stem of the pipe and the smoke retreated into her lungs. Just a few more puff’s and the bowl would be kicked. As she considered the notion that there were hot spring’s in Lhavit, and how it was ridiculous she never had ventured to them before, she realized that they would be the perfect place to take a bath. Her bathing routine consisted of heating up snow in a pot on her hearth and using the corner of her blanket to wipe down her body at home. ‘I’m going to leave right now and get this shyke going. It’s already the fifth bell into the day.’ Saej left Samuel and his brother to their mildly disgusting boasting, trying not to think about Samuel doing the deed at the place where she was about to bathe, and went up the the counter to order her dinner, bread and a wedge of cheese. It had been decided she would picnic at the hot springs as well as bathe, might as well make a go of it. Once the food was procured she left to go find her home, which wasn’t lost but was rather a skip and a jump away, and visit with Thak before leaving to the Kinell Hot Springs.
Despite their lack of good looks the brothers had a couple great ideas. It was a solid thing in Saej’s mind that she was going to buy a box of tackle and a fishing pole next year and teach herself to fish. ‘How hard could it be? Shyke all you did was wait until a fish bit and the little bobber went into the water and then yanked it back up, fish on the little string thingy...’ This was what she remembered from childhood, fishing on the Twin Lakes with her family.
Winter 52 515AV
Smoke rings floated lazily above a head covered in thick dreadlocks with frizzy, springy curls standing out from the crown of her head in wild abandon. She was seated at her usual spot at the table in front of the hearth in the Obsidian Club, drinking her mug of ale* while puffing pensively on her pipe filled with the tobacco blue vision, or bluvi as she lovingly called it. Only moments ago she had ordered bread and a hunk of pork, but to be frank she was getting sick of eating the same old same old day in and day out. How she yearned to be of common stature so her diet could have fruits and vegetables in it rather than only the staples, protein and fiber with the occasional vegetable soup thrown in the mix. It was a hard knock life being of the poorer crop, but hopefully after winter let up and spring pushed up through the snow she would be able to have a higher condition of living, it was all she cared about was to get through this season without taking ill. She had hardly any kina’s to her name and wouldn’t be able to afford the medical bill.
Perhaps when she got her fat check next season she would look into hunting her own food.
‘Though, that would require a weapon.’ She thought sullenly, ‘I could look into a long bow, like Hip has, but I’m not sure that’s really me. Maybe I could get into trapping, there’s gots-ta to be a book in the library on that. Aye, it’d be nice to have me own meat to cook. I could even keep squirrel tails for toys for Thak!’ Her spirits picked up at the thought of the spoils from the hunting and she sat smoking her pipe enjoying thoughts of fresh deer meat and rabbit stew made by vegetables from her very own garden and rabbit caught by herself. ‘I’ll have to grow lots of potatoes… Ohh! And carrots. And onions…’ her stomach growled despite having eaten her lunch already. ‘I can’t stand the damn thought of it. I wonder how difficult garlic is to grow as well. Me thinks I’m going to have fun next year, if I could just have the money to do all of this.’ It felt like the spring was never going to come. Especially with all of that snow outside. She was roused from her thoughts of merry meals by a man and his companion, someone who looked to be his own brother, chatting loudly at the table next to her.
“AH hahahaharr!” The laugh was bellowed from the bottom of his stomach, the first man, who wore a tweed hat, was doubled over with laughter. “Yer a lucky man, Samuel!”, cried the second man wiping tears from his dirty face, the tears left clean streaks where the dirt was rubbed away, his skin was a dark, tan brown underneath the dirt. Samuel slapped his knee and continued on laughing. Saej almost had turned her attention away but he finally spoke. “In anycase I was out at my usual stream, a-fishin’ and a-reelin’ away when Lottie came up to me…”
‘Fishing!!! By Zintila that would be perfect.’ The idea struck her as too good to be true, she loved fish. It was a staple back in Wind Reach. The man began detailing the, gross, things he and Lottie had gotten up to by the stream and Saej was happy to ignore what he was saying. She had half an ear on him when she heard him mention the word “springs” rather loudly and she pulled her attention back to eavesdropping on the graciously open man’s conversation.
“Ye-up. It was right over by them Hot Springs of Kinell.”, Samuel detailed. “Great place to get ‘er on at. Keeps yer buttocks warm, ar har har har!” His brother snorted. Unfortunately Samuel wasn’t much to look at, nor was his brother, and Saej found herself repulsed by the thought of him or his brother petching anyone.
She stoked the last of her pipeweed with her finger, pressing the cherry farther into the burnt up bowl. Her lips puckered and relaxed twice on the stem of the pipe and the smoke retreated into her lungs. Just a few more puff’s and the bowl would be kicked. As she considered the notion that there were hot spring’s in Lhavit, and how it was ridiculous she never had ventured to them before, she realized that they would be the perfect place to take a bath. Her bathing routine consisted of heating up snow in a pot on her hearth and using the corner of her blanket to wipe down her body at home. ‘I’m going to leave right now and get this shyke going. It’s already the fifth bell into the day.’ Saej left Samuel and his brother to their mildly disgusting boasting, trying not to think about Samuel doing the deed at the place where she was about to bathe, and went up the the counter to order her dinner, bread and a wedge of cheese. It had been decided she would picnic at the hot springs as well as bathe, might as well make a go of it. Once the food was procured she left to go find her home, which wasn’t lost but was rather a skip and a jump away, and visit with Thak before leaving to the Kinell Hot Springs.
Despite their lack of good looks the brothers had a couple great ideas. It was a solid thing in Saej’s mind that she was going to buy a box of tackle and a fishing pole next year and teach herself to fish. ‘How hard could it be? Shyke all you did was wait until a fish bit and the little bobber went into the water and then yanked it back up, fish on the little string thingy...’ This was what she remembered from childhood, fishing on the Twin Lakes with her family.