Baker's Butchery and Bakeshop
68 Winter 517 AV
A cool wind blew through the Castle Commons of Sunberth. On a barrel outside the Barkers' sat a figure in white. There was a long coat that ran down the sides of the barrel about halfway from the hunched shoulders, while a white knit cap hlld long straight black hair down so that it was mostly hidden by the long coat. Most significant about the figure seemed to be the utter stillness. The shoulders were raised bu elbows resting on knees of folded legs, and the figure's eyes were lowered, though not closed.
There was frost on the wind yet as the figure remained there, sitting, silently as passersby moved around and pased them. The ony mar to the white exterior was a wicked looking battleaxe at the figure's hip, resting against the side of the barrel. Children as they pased eyed the weapon, then looked up at the figure who seemed mostly oblivious to them, save for when the youngest would trundle past with a hand gripped firmly in that of their mothers, rather engulfed more than gripped, the se children were too small to have been walking for very long and many would cry out i =n their youthful babble as Chetha Iceglaze spared them a smile or a conspiriatorial wink. To the oldr set, Chetha seemed a statue, she had sat thus for hours, since the early morning, watching, present, since before the sun had risen to midday when she had gotten a leg of some bird from Kiartha and returned to her post. The last few days had been much the same. It was almost time though for her afternoon routine. Soon the shop would be closing, and Kane would be busied closing the shop. It was then that the family and shop were most vulnerable, or so they thought.
Chetha finally broke her pose and slid down off the barrel, whch though it was a flour barrel, Chetha had filled with sand so that it provided her with a heavy seat and solid base for movement without the barrel tipping over. As usual, when she moved a space cleared around her, leaving her space to shake out her long hair. With her hair in the wind, her appearance was softened, made younger even. She appeared now to be about sixteen, not quite a mature human, but close, she was not human, nor was she sixteen ears old, she was in fact Kelvic and not yet two years of age. She was still growing into her maturity of body and strength, whch was frightening when one noted how easiy she picked up the sand filled barrel and set it back against the wall of the shop as she went to make her rounds.
68 Winter 517 AV
A cool wind blew through the Castle Commons of Sunberth. On a barrel outside the Barkers' sat a figure in white. There was a long coat that ran down the sides of the barrel about halfway from the hunched shoulders, while a white knit cap hlld long straight black hair down so that it was mostly hidden by the long coat. Most significant about the figure seemed to be the utter stillness. The shoulders were raised bu elbows resting on knees of folded legs, and the figure's eyes were lowered, though not closed.
There was frost on the wind yet as the figure remained there, sitting, silently as passersby moved around and pased them. The ony mar to the white exterior was a wicked looking battleaxe at the figure's hip, resting against the side of the barrel. Children as they pased eyed the weapon, then looked up at the figure who seemed mostly oblivious to them, save for when the youngest would trundle past with a hand gripped firmly in that of their mothers, rather engulfed more than gripped, the se children were too small to have been walking for very long and many would cry out i =n their youthful babble as Chetha Iceglaze spared them a smile or a conspiriatorial wink. To the oldr set, Chetha seemed a statue, she had sat thus for hours, since the early morning, watching, present, since before the sun had risen to midday when she had gotten a leg of some bird from Kiartha and returned to her post. The last few days had been much the same. It was almost time though for her afternoon routine. Soon the shop would be closing, and Kane would be busied closing the shop. It was then that the family and shop were most vulnerable, or so they thought.
Chetha finally broke her pose and slid down off the barrel, whch though it was a flour barrel, Chetha had filled with sand so that it provided her with a heavy seat and solid base for movement without the barrel tipping over. As usual, when she moved a space cleared around her, leaving her space to shake out her long hair. With her hair in the wind, her appearance was softened, made younger even. She appeared now to be about sixteen, not quite a mature human, but close, she was not human, nor was she sixteen ears old, she was in fact Kelvic and not yet two years of age. She was still growing into her maturity of body and strength, whch was frightening when one noted how easiy she picked up the sand filled barrel and set it back against the wall of the shop as she went to make her rounds.