Just a Small Problem (Half-Pint)

Half-Pint goes on a little adventure into the big Unforgiving.

(This is a thread from Mizahar's fantasy roleplay forum. Why don't you register today? This message is not shown when you are logged in. Come roleplay with us, it's fun!)

The vast mountain range of Kalea is home of secret valleys, dead-end canyons, and passes that lead to places long forgotten or yet to be discovered.

Just a Small Problem (Half-Pint)

Postby Phoenix on May 15th, 2012, 5:52 am

Image

Image


Timestamp: Twenty-sixth of Spring, 512
Where: Wind Reach, The Unforgiving
Who: Half-Pint


Mother Illish was not happy. But then again... was she ever?

With a desk piled high with papers and littered with broken pieces of equipment, there was hardly any room for her to work. A couple stacks of books perched precariously on the edge closest to the door; though it looked as if they had been dropped in the first empty bit of desk to come alone, they were nonetheless placed there with extreme care. They the casual passerby, and those searching for the Flightleader, from peering in and spotting the ornery redhead hunched over her desk. The makeshift division had worked all morning, but even the best plans fail eventually.

"Mother Illish?" The whisper was faint and timid, barely reaching the Endal's ears before the sounds from the bustling hallway drowned it out. The small young woman was left standing in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot as she waited for a reply. Just when the woman had turned to go, shuffling back out into the crowded corridor did Illish speak.

"Here," Came the irritated grunt, followed by a rustling of papers. The woman whirled at the sound of the rough voice, hastening back through the doorway before pausing at the wall of books, tentatively peeking around the side until the older woman came into view. Illish was still hunched over the desk scribbling away.

The quill scratched a messy scrawl right to the end of the parchment; another was pulled from one of the desk's draws and laid flat, the inkwell holding down the curled top of the paper. This two was filled with the Flightleaders scratchings, and then another, before those fierce yellow eyes finally lifted from their work to regard the intruder.

Her shoulders had bowed in onto themselves as she waited, her hands restlessly rubbing together as her weight was shifted from foot to foot. An apron, torn and smeared with something dark and brown covered equally dirty venti and bryda. The womans hands showed traces of the same dark material, the spaces under her nails caked with the dried matter. Frankly, the girl was a mess. And clearly Avora.

"Well, what do you want?" The woman started and her wide eyed gaze flew from where they had been trained on her toes, meeting Mother Illish's intense stare for half a breath before darting away and focusing on anything except the Flightleader.

"I...uh... I have been sent."

"By who, child." An exasperated sigh and the chair creaked as it's occupant shifted her weight backwards, sliding down until that fiery head rested upon the backrest. Ink stained fingers rubbed at weary eyes before falling back into her lap, loathing the day she got stuck with an office.

"Mya." Came the peep, referring to the Crafts Galleries elderly caretaker. The Avora's voice a couple octives higher than it had been a few seconds ago.

"Let me guess, something is wrong?" Illish had little tolerance for the old woman; Mya came running to her whenever she did so much as stub a toe, clearly misunderstanding the Flightleaders jurisdiction. "She knows that I have nothing to do with the Avora Caste. Why must she insist on doing so?"

"She...she needs materials, ma'am." Another squeak, spoken quickly enough that the words almost ran together.

"What materials? And why am I supposed to get them?"

"The clay, from the forest. It's disappeared, again. M-Mya, she said you'd know."

"Priskil above, I don't have time for this." A deep, weary sigh and a moment of silence followed, stretching between the two women. "Alright. you may go. I'll take care of it." The scared woman didn't have to be told twice, fleeing from the office as a deer would a wolf.

§ § §


"PYCON!"

It had taken Illish over a bell to locate the odd creature. Word of mouth had sent her on a wild chase around the entirety of Wind Reach, following various citings before being pointed in the direction of the Sankias Road... or what was left of it.

Though Spring had blown the remainder of Winter away, but the wind still cut through the mutliple layers the Inartan's still wore, making it just cold enough to be uncomfortable. This did wonders to improve Illish's mood as she pulled her Katinu closed, her arms wrapping around her torso.

The Dek were everywhere, overflowing the construction site with bodies and the smell of man-stink. Wrinkling her nose, Mother Illish stopped on the outskirts of the site, raising her voice once more over the crash of tools and stone.

"Pycon! HALF-PINT!"
User avatar
Phoenix
The Capacity for Inspiration
 
Posts: 2031
Words: 782528
Joined roleplay: November 22nd, 2010, 3:54 am
Location: RS of Kalea, DS of Wind Reach
Race: Staff account
Office
Scrapbook
Medals: 5
Featured Contributor (1) Artist (1)
Advocate (1) One Thousand Posts! (1)
Trash Medal (1)

Just a Small Problem (Half-Pint)

Postby Half-Pint on May 16th, 2012, 1:37 am


Half-Pint was in a very foul mood today, and all the Dek in the area knew it, and were avoiding her and her temper. There were Dek strewn all over the Sanikas Road, clearing the smaller rocks after she took care of the massive boulders. It was tiring, and frustrating. Then a group of Yasi thought it would be fun to push around a boulder and they ended up crumbling an entire section of the road. She tore into them good, and end up using fast zipping pebbles to drive them into the nearby water as a lesson.

She looked at the damage they had caused, and was thoroughly enraged. They were here to fix the road! Not play around like a bunch of idiot children! She hated most Yasi, all bravado and cake in the sky dreams, and none of the work ethic. The boulder had tore out a large chunk of railing, which in turn ripped a massive hole through the mountainside of the road. She was now peering down in the hole to the ground below. The ground here was thankfully not sloped heavily there, but actually formed a valley between a support column. She began to formulate a plan.

She suspected that if they piled enough rocks and boulders, she could fill it in with a mixture of mortar and mud mayhaps... It would be a temporary fix for sure, and she'd have to lead a team of Avora and Dek to rebuild that section, but it would do for now. She turned to the slacking Dek, "HEY! Start dropping all your rocks in this hole! Double time, I want this hole plugged up by the end of the day!"

She climbed atop another boulder, preparing to disassemble this one like she had on the rest for the last few days. She looked down at it, when she heard shouting coming from up the road. She ignored it as she continued looking for weaknesses in the rock, until she heard the shouting once more. She looked up and saw a particularly annoyed looking, and chilled, Inarta woman, who was now shouting her name.

"WHAT?!?! We're busy can't you see?! By the gods, first I get near useless workers, then those yahoos swimming over there,"
at this she gestured at the Yasi that she forced into the still chilled waters, "Now you, you come down here and interrupt me?" She hopped down from her boulder, and strode over to the annoyed redhead woman, staring up at her, her posture clearly showing the annoyance a Pycon can display. Her little clay foot was tapping against the road, arms crossed, "Well, what is it? What is so damned important?"

User avatar
Half-Pint
Player
 
Posts: 17
Words: 6913
Joined roleplay: February 22nd, 2012, 3:19 am
Race: Pycon
Character sheet
Storyteller secrets

Just a Small Problem (Half-Pint)

Postby Phoenix on June 2nd, 2012, 6:29 pm

Image

Illish just stood there as the tiny thing raged, inhuman hands propped upon inhuman hips, faceless face turned up in what the flightleader imagined would have been pouty lips and furrowed brow... had there been any.

"Excuse you." In contrast to the angry little pycon, Illish's tone was light and cheerful, even a bit sing-songy like when one speaks to a child. A direct insult. "Are you the pycon Half Pint?" Of course she was. It was obvious. The question was another jab.

Giving the little thing time to rage some more, Mother Illish crossed her arms over her chest, nodding and smiling as she listened. It was cute. And nobody talked to her this way.

"Are you ready to listen, little one?" The pleasant tone was gone, words whipping and cracking as they left her lips. Illish squatted down, resting her forearms on her knees as she brought herself to the Pycons level, hands loosely clasped in front. Her eyes flashed dangerously, and around them the Avora, Chiet and Dek alike all froze or backed away slowly. They knew not to cross the Mother; the stories of those who did were legendary.

"You've been stealing the clay from the Gallery again, haven't you?" It wasn't really a question. They both knew it to be true. The kitchens had struggled at first when Half-Pint had appeared with her food voucher but wanting nothing of the meat and veggies they offered. It took a trip Mya in the Crafts Gallery to procure the sustenance that Half-Pint needed.

"You know why we don't give you the best clay, right?" A ginger brow arched, indicating that this question was to be answered at her own risk.

"Because it's the best stuff we have, that's why. We cannot afford to let the Avora's production to be stymied just because you're craving some luxury, Pycon." The dangerous glint was back. "Now the good clay is gone and your belly is full. So now what happens, hm?"
User avatar
Phoenix
The Capacity for Inspiration
 
Posts: 2031
Words: 782528
Joined roleplay: November 22nd, 2010, 3:54 am
Location: RS of Kalea, DS of Wind Reach
Race: Staff account
Office
Scrapbook
Medals: 5
Featured Contributor (1) Artist (1)
Advocate (1) One Thousand Posts! (1)
Trash Medal (1)


Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 0 guests