Closed Swamp Day (Zailey)

[Kiera]

⚜ Kiera ⚜ 1st of Fall,516AV Blonde hair, half pulled and secured with a ribbon swayed with movement as a small figure clambered around the edge of the swampy marshes. A small basket, borrowed from work rested in the crook of a girl’s arm as she scoured the area. Eyes the color of almonds occasionally narrowed before widening in the efforts of the search. Skirting just inside the edge of the nearby swamp, Kiera ambled from tree root to tree root and shrub to shrub in search of ingredients. The inn she worked at had demanded that she run and scour some of the truffles for the food that needed to be prepared later that night. The reason why they could not just simply run to the market and purchase it escaped her. Idly, she wondered if they were actually just that cheap, it would explain a lot of things, if that was the case. Sighing to herself, the half-Vantha reached beneath her wig to scratch at her scalp. If it was not for work, she would have loved to rip the itchy item off her head and thus, allowing her hair to breathe. Alas, she could not. Her less than pleasant experience was only made that much more uncomfortable by the sun. Even with the plethora of trees grown near and in the swamps, the heat made by the sun’s ray still pierced through. They broke through the gaps of the tree leaves and littered the ground with bright spots in odd shapes. It lit what could have been a rather dark environment in little bursts. It heated up, what could have been a cool area in the fall. Even underneath the shade, it was warm. Standing still for a moment, Kiera took a brief moment to look down at and rifle through her basket. Moments later, her little search yielded her a black round item the shape of her thumb. ‘It is easy.’ They had said. ‘They look like this.’ They had muttered. Easy and this her ass. How on earth was she supposed to dig up something that looked like it belonged back where it came from, the ground? Muttering to herself, the girl uttered all the curses she had picked up so far in her short walk of life. She had a distinct feeling that her co-workers were picking on her. Groaning at that, the petite girl stopped yet again. “I swear…” She did not even think she did anything wrong. If this was just another case of bullying, she was going to give them a piece of her mind. Her tolerance for that kind of abuse was almost non-existent. She had her fair share of it as a child and had no desire to deal with it at this point. With where worked, though, it was not like she could escape it completely. She saw it often enough with the guests that were pompous or slovenly. It was only her desire to survive that kept her from running her mouth at them within the vicinity of the inn. She would very much like to keep her job. Her mind continued to race with annoyance until she pulled up her Small fingers and promptly smacked against round cheeks. She needed to focus, there was a job to be done and Mizas to be had upon its completion. Placing the only truffle she had back into her basket, the blonde took another moment to stare forlornly into the expanse of trees. Her job was steadily looking more and more annoying. Reaching down, she hiked up her skirt far enough for her to move freely and tied it. A short year ago, she would have been aghast at just the notion of her actions but now, she found herself caring much less about something as silly as uppity propriety. There was no one here to judge her anyways. Staring down at her legs, she pulled the dress back down just a tad. Some taught habits, though, were hard to forget. Gritting her teeth, Kiera moved forward to a nearby tree and began to dig with a fallen stick she found nearby. The force of her internalized annoyance, finally making itself known as she attacked the dirt with as much gusto her small frame could offer.