Timestamp: 43rd of Winter, 513.
Streets were a difficult thing to traverse. And with his expenses due for all the time spent lounging about in the Hostel, he needed to get a move in on his schedule - he was supposed to be working, damnit! How else was he supposed to pay for all the stuff that he'd been practically pigging out on - or at least as much as a squirrel could become like a pig. Still, he loved clay, and perhaps he'd eaten a bit too much of the stuff this time. He felt a little bloated as he ran between the streets, up a wall and onto the rooftops to avoid the clamor of people down below, monks and travelers alike that seemed to be everywhere at once.
"Petch, petch, PETCH!" Some people looked up to where the swearing squirrel had once been, but he'd already disappeared again and run down the length of the roof to the very edge, and from there to the next roof, and the one after that. Balanced precariously on the edge, his arms had to be held out at his sides like some obscene tightrope-walker to stop from simply tumbling over the side, and his tail as well like some third arm trying to keep his center of mass where it should have been.
"I'm gonna be late, I'm gonna be late.." And he was. He was supposed to at least try to keep up with deliveries at the Bureau, but it seemed that everything else just kept getting in the way. The workouts for a start, trying to keep up the training and the work on acrobatics down in the Warfields, or in the forests, or just between the roofs of Nyka's streets. They were all fantastic playgrounds for him to sway and cavort to his best wishes, daring leaps between the trees and the buildings alike, but none of that got him payed. Sure, it helped when it came for a fast delivery to be made during the busiest times, where he could bypass them all and simply sprint across the narrow roof-ledges and the occasional balcony to his destination, but the packages were heavy and the bags were flapping all over the place when they even stayed on at all.
He was going to be late. Anđelko was going to start yelling again. He needed to find a short-cut through to the East, but there weren't any rooftops that he could move between - there were only the bridges and those were crammed tight with people. He couldn't go underneath because then he'd just be squashed.. he'd have to hitch a ride.
And no sooner had he thought of such a thing than someone had appeared out of nowhere that, for absolutely no reason, seemed perfect for the job. So he unceremoniously rolled forwards onto his front paws, and flipped himself straight over the edge of the roof in what should have been a rather un-needed display of acrobatics to land straight on her head, cross-legged at that. "Hey there! Sorry, but you're going to the East, aren't you? I need a ride - you don't mind, do you?" He was being very blunt about this, but honestly, he didn't weigh that much, surely she could spare her head for a needy squirrel so that he could make his deliveries? That'd just make everyone happier.. especially the squirrel.
Streets were a difficult thing to traverse. And with his expenses due for all the time spent lounging about in the Hostel, he needed to get a move in on his schedule - he was supposed to be working, damnit! How else was he supposed to pay for all the stuff that he'd been practically pigging out on - or at least as much as a squirrel could become like a pig. Still, he loved clay, and perhaps he'd eaten a bit too much of the stuff this time. He felt a little bloated as he ran between the streets, up a wall and onto the rooftops to avoid the clamor of people down below, monks and travelers alike that seemed to be everywhere at once.
"Petch, petch, PETCH!" Some people looked up to where the swearing squirrel had once been, but he'd already disappeared again and run down the length of the roof to the very edge, and from there to the next roof, and the one after that. Balanced precariously on the edge, his arms had to be held out at his sides like some obscene tightrope-walker to stop from simply tumbling over the side, and his tail as well like some third arm trying to keep his center of mass where it should have been.
"I'm gonna be late, I'm gonna be late.." And he was. He was supposed to at least try to keep up with deliveries at the Bureau, but it seemed that everything else just kept getting in the way. The workouts for a start, trying to keep up the training and the work on acrobatics down in the Warfields, or in the forests, or just between the roofs of Nyka's streets. They were all fantastic playgrounds for him to sway and cavort to his best wishes, daring leaps between the trees and the buildings alike, but none of that got him payed. Sure, it helped when it came for a fast delivery to be made during the busiest times, where he could bypass them all and simply sprint across the narrow roof-ledges and the occasional balcony to his destination, but the packages were heavy and the bags were flapping all over the place when they even stayed on at all.
He was going to be late. Anđelko was going to start yelling again. He needed to find a short-cut through to the East, but there weren't any rooftops that he could move between - there were only the bridges and those were crammed tight with people. He couldn't go underneath because then he'd just be squashed.. he'd have to hitch a ride.
And no sooner had he thought of such a thing than someone had appeared out of nowhere that, for absolutely no reason, seemed perfect for the job. So he unceremoniously rolled forwards onto his front paws, and flipped himself straight over the edge of the roof in what should have been a rather un-needed display of acrobatics to land straight on her head, cross-legged at that. "Hey there! Sorry, but you're going to the East, aren't you? I need a ride - you don't mind, do you?" He was being very blunt about this, but honestly, he didn't weigh that much, surely she could spare her head for a needy squirrel so that he could make his deliveries? That'd just make everyone happier.. especially the squirrel.
Much joy!
