5 Summer 516
"Remember" Remi said, shoving the basket at Shiress, "only the big, fluffy white shrooms. They grow in soil or on a log. Don't go gettin' any of the others, you'll poison us all" Shiress arched a brow with a mischievous quirk to her lips. Remi swatted at the girl, before rounding the bar "Now, tell me again whatcha goin after" Shiress sighed lazily, throwing a dark cloak around slim shoulders "Wild onions and mushrooms. Only the white, fluffy ones are poisonous." The cook opened her mouth to speak, but stopped and scowled at the girl's grin "Get you gone now" she said instead "I'll need um for supper"
Shiress gathered the basket and turned to leave "I don't see why you don't just grow them here, in the back, like you do all the other vegetables." She said over her shoulder. The old cook grunted "Wouldn't rightly be wild now would they?" Shiress turned to face the woman, hand on the door handle, expression suddenly confused. "Oh..." she said, turning slowly and pulling the door closed behind her.
Shiress contemplated this all the way to the city gates and through.
Can you grow wild vegetables..
If you grow them, would they not be wild any more..
But it's the exact same vegetable. Does it change if a human grows it..
Shiress shook the bemusement from her head, drawing up serious, as she began scanning the earth for -white- mushrooms and onions. She found a large patch of wild onions and quickly filled the basket with more than enough, but the mushrooms eluded her. No logs. No soil. So deeper in the forest she roamed, head down, eyes scanning for white, fluffy mushrooms.
Half a bell later, she had 4 large, beautiful, fluffy mushrooms. No where near enough. Frustrated, the girl found her a stump, and sat, dragging an apple from beneath her cloak. As she sat chewing, a shuffling in the leaves came from directly in front of her. She ignored it for a breeze and took another bite of apple. Another sound cracked the silence, this time accompanied with a snort. Standing slowly, Shiress let the apple tumble through her fingers to the ground, as she lowered the basket to the forest floor. Pushing the cloak aside, she hiked up the hem of her skirt, unsheathing the dagger from her thigh, and took a cautious step forward.
The forest was eerily quiet as Shiress rounded a tree, then another; taking slow, deliberate steps around the debris littering the forest floor. Rounding the next tree, Shiress froze, looking straight into black, beady eyes. Those dark eyes glared back at her, too. Locked in a death glare, Shiress let her eyes dip to the large and very sharp tusks protruding from the boar's mouth and back up. That was enough. The large bore charged and Shiress turned and bolted deeper into the forest.
The girl's feet pounded the earth, as she dodged and weaved trees and branches, her dagger held before her, despite the fact that Lorna, her mother, always warned her to never run with sharp objects. Just as Shiress gave serious thought to tossing the sharp object, she tripped and slid chest first 5 feet, her arms, thankfully, stretched out before her, dagger safely away from eyes. She lay there trying to gain control of her breathing, marveling that a heart could beat so fast and not stop from exhaustion.
It didn't take long for the familiar snort to sound just behind her. She ripped herself from the earth, but the boar was faster this time; a long tusk sunk deep into the girls calf. Shiress shrieked, back slashing with her dagger. The blade met with...something and the boar let out a squeal and shuffled backwards. Shiress tore herself from the ground again and ran, ignoring the jolt of pain coursing through her leg with every step, the relentless hunter charging again.
Tired lungs and injury made her stumble several awkward steps, until she finally fell again. Long, chestnut locks flying up and over her face. She began to force herself up, but a low, throaty growl made her stop. She peered up slowly, through the veil of skewed hair, to see a thin man and rather intimidating dog. She shifted her weight and sat upright, chest heaving with the effort of impossible breaths and speech. The girl stretched out a thin arm and pointed in the direction she had come.
A whispered "Boar" was all she could manage.
Shiress gathered the basket and turned to leave "I don't see why you don't just grow them here, in the back, like you do all the other vegetables." She said over her shoulder. The old cook grunted "Wouldn't rightly be wild now would they?" Shiress turned to face the woman, hand on the door handle, expression suddenly confused. "Oh..." she said, turning slowly and pulling the door closed behind her.
Shiress contemplated this all the way to the city gates and through.
Can you grow wild vegetables..
If you grow them, would they not be wild any more..
But it's the exact same vegetable. Does it change if a human grows it..
Shiress shook the bemusement from her head, drawing up serious, as she began scanning the earth for -white- mushrooms and onions. She found a large patch of wild onions and quickly filled the basket with more than enough, but the mushrooms eluded her. No logs. No soil. So deeper in the forest she roamed, head down, eyes scanning for white, fluffy mushrooms.
Half a bell later, she had 4 large, beautiful, fluffy mushrooms. No where near enough. Frustrated, the girl found her a stump, and sat, dragging an apple from beneath her cloak. As she sat chewing, a shuffling in the leaves came from directly in front of her. She ignored it for a breeze and took another bite of apple. Another sound cracked the silence, this time accompanied with a snort. Standing slowly, Shiress let the apple tumble through her fingers to the ground, as she lowered the basket to the forest floor. Pushing the cloak aside, she hiked up the hem of her skirt, unsheathing the dagger from her thigh, and took a cautious step forward.
The forest was eerily quiet as Shiress rounded a tree, then another; taking slow, deliberate steps around the debris littering the forest floor. Rounding the next tree, Shiress froze, looking straight into black, beady eyes. Those dark eyes glared back at her, too. Locked in a death glare, Shiress let her eyes dip to the large and very sharp tusks protruding from the boar's mouth and back up. That was enough. The large bore charged and Shiress turned and bolted deeper into the forest.
The girl's feet pounded the earth, as she dodged and weaved trees and branches, her dagger held before her, despite the fact that Lorna, her mother, always warned her to never run with sharp objects. Just as Shiress gave serious thought to tossing the sharp object, she tripped and slid chest first 5 feet, her arms, thankfully, stretched out before her, dagger safely away from eyes. She lay there trying to gain control of her breathing, marveling that a heart could beat so fast and not stop from exhaustion.
It didn't take long for the familiar snort to sound just behind her. She ripped herself from the earth, but the boar was faster this time; a long tusk sunk deep into the girls calf. Shiress shrieked, back slashing with her dagger. The blade met with...something and the boar let out a squeal and shuffled backwards. Shiress tore herself from the ground again and ran, ignoring the jolt of pain coursing through her leg with every step, the relentless hunter charging again.
Tired lungs and injury made her stumble several awkward steps, until she finally fell again. Long, chestnut locks flying up and over her face. She began to force herself up, but a low, throaty growl made her stop. She peered up slowly, through the veil of skewed hair, to see a thin man and rather intimidating dog. She shifted her weight and sat upright, chest heaving with the effort of impossible breaths and speech. The girl stretched out a thin arm and pointed in the direction she had come.
A whispered "Boar" was all she could manage.