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Sighing, Deliath made her way back onto the ship and picked out another crate. This one was slightly bigger than the last crate but still fit quite comfortably in her arms.
Frowning briefly, she bent down and picked it up, this time bending her knees and keeping her back straight in an attempt to prevent any injuries she may have encountered, and it seemed to work as she straightened up and felt nothing other than the weight of the box in her arms.
She started walking, making sure to carefully place each foot in front of the other to make sure she didn't accidentally step on anything wet or uneven, or worse, into thin air. She didn't want to risk injury herself, since later in the day she was working at the Pigs Foot Tavern again, and she wanted to be able to work decently in order to try and earn some money to save towards more herbalism tools and a poisoncrafters kit.
She walked carefully and slowly, feeling the crate beginning to slip from her hands before she stopped and bent her knee, resting the crate on it briefly as she adjusted her hand position to make it slightly more comfortable as she carried it towards where she had put the other box before she felt her foot catch on something and she almost fell, until she hopped slightly, regaining her balance and taking a moment to breathe before she turned back to the ship, ready to grab another crate.
As she approached the ship, she noticed a man begin to carry a large crate down the pier towards the pile of cargo.
She watched him as she began to realise that the box was far to large for the man to comfortably carry, and as she watched him, she noticed the crate starting to slip from his grasp.
Worried, she quickened her pace towards him and carefully placed her hands on the other side of the crate to him, hoping that her help would be appreciated, but she couldn't help but notice the scowl on his face.
To her it appeared that the man wasn't happy with the way she had jumped in to help out. Maybe he was most annoyed at her being a woman, and a weak woman at that, but it wasn't anything she was a stranger to. Many times, both in Syliras and Sunberth, she'd been looked down on, purely for being what she was, but she'd always tried to avoid letting it get to her and cause her to stop trying to help. After all, some people were very grateful when she tried to help out.
Despite the scowl on the mans face, he begrudgingly accepted her help and in silence they carefully manoeuvred the crate to the pile that held the rest of the cargo and place it down, before standing up straight.
The man glared at Deliath before turning around and walking back over to the ship in a quick, angry fashion, more than obviously annoyed by her, and Deliath shrugged her shoulders and sighed.
Priskil give me strength... she thought to herself as she watched the man get closer to the ship, before she started after him, forcing herself to smile despite feeling slightly downtrodden.
It wasn't long before she reached the pier near the ship and before she could even get onto the ship, she found a crate practically being thrown at her.
She fumbled clumsily as she caught the crate, adjusted her arms and hands several times until it felt as though the crate was balanced, although very uncomfortably, before she turned on her heel, almost falling again, until she faced the pile of cargo and she set off again, placing one foot in front of the other until she got to the pile and could place the box down and carefully shake each arm which had gone slightly numb.
Then she stood for a moment looking over all the crates and boxes. Some were very large, while others were fairly small. All she could say was similar about them was that none of them were in the best condition, but that was to be expected. Decent shipping containers were expensive, and the cheaper ones would always damage easier. Chances were that these crates were fairly old too, but they did their jobs and hadn't fell apart yet.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she turned and headed back to the ship to see that the crates that one person, well human, could have lifted had gone and only large, two human crates were left.
Finding herself smiling, she noticed a man attempting to pick up a crate, this one far too large for himself, and obviously too heavy judging by the way he was straining.
"Can I help at all?" she asked as she stepped over to the man, ready to help him if he approved and she smiled even wider as she saw him nod.
She instantly bent down and took hold of the other side of the crate before the man started a three count and they both stood up, bringing the crate with them.
It was a clumsy process, but they had reached a standing position without dropping the crate or damaging it further, although the man she was helping didn't seem to have faired so well. He appeared to have pulled a muscle in his back while he was straining to lift the crate on his own.
Silently, Deliath shook her head in disapproval at how the man had attempted to lift such a heavy crate, wishing that people would try to look after themselves more.
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by Deliath on October 5th, 2016, 9:51 am 
