Logs:Stolen Apples
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| RL Date: 2 March, 2015 |
| Who: Edyis, Laine |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Nabol Hold |
| Type: Log |
| What: Ten turns ago, two little girls met at a gather. |
| Where: Grounds, Nabol Hold |
| When: Day 4, Month 6, Turn 27 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Sunny summer afternoon |
| OOC Notes: VERY BACKDATED, Players were sitting around and came across the idea that Laine and Edyis had met before, but neither one of them remembered it, so we decided to play it out. As usual feel free to fix anything I missed! |
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>---< Grounds, Nabol Hold(#1890RJ) >-----------------------------------------<
A land of gently rolling hills and dark soil, Nabol stretches out across
the southern end of High Reaches' territory. Most of the land is devoted
to sprawling farms and orchards; even the fallow areas are overgrown
forests of apple and other fruit trees. A number of rivers and smaller
streams cut across the land, providing excellent irrigation. With the
temperate climate and abundant greenery, animals are widespread, frequent
visitors to the forests and fields. The main Hold rises abruptly up from
the land, a fortress carved into cliff faces that spring from the valley
around it.
Rukbat is barely noticeable behind a layer of dull gray clouds. The day
stays dark and drab, without even rain or snow to break the bleakness of
the overcast weather.
-----------------------------< Active Players >----------------------------- The grounds around Nabol are awash with color and sound. People meander about the grounds, between the stalls where various goods and foodstuffs are on display for perusal. Edyis stands near one of them, the scent of sweet rolls clearly has attracted the ten year old who watches the baker at work with intense interest. So intense in fact that she probably hasn't noticed that her parents have wandered off in a different direction. "-- an' then he called Harper Ahato a fat-head. Front of everyone!" A clear, piping voice rounds from behind a nearby stall. Its owner (engrossed deep in her story) is little Laine dressed clean but patched hand-me-down gatherwear; she's folded the sleeves of her flowy top up to her elbows, and the hem of her skirt, just barely too long, drags through the dirt. She's accompanied by two boys, looking to be the same age as her and all three of them have apples in their fists and suspiciously bulging pockets. And it's just as they'er passing by Edyis that the shorter boy trips: the apple in his hand goes flying, and when he lands, three more come rolling out from under his vest. The unexpected thump of the apple as it strikes her side has dark brown eyes flying wide, and small hands quickly smoothing the neatly pressed fabric of her white gather dress complete with ruffles, and then checks to make sure the twin braids are still pinned neatly in their proper shape. Only after this is done does she look around to pick up the apple and spots the source. "You dropped your apple." She holds out the bruised fruit timidly. "You should ask the stall keeper that you bought them from if they have an extra sack, so you don't stretch out your pockets so." Laine stops dead when that apple strikes Edyis; she's got one cheek full of fruit but stops chewing, and the bitten apple in her hand vanishes behind her back as she hisses at the taller boy to do the same. The smaller youth, struggling to his feet with dusty knees, self-consciously accept the apple back from Edyis. His eyes go round at the mention of fetching a sack from the merchant, but he nods diffidently and mutters, "thanks." When Edyis' reaction fails to include any shouting or "I'm-getting-my-mom"ing, Laine steps forward and spins the smaller boy around, gives him a gentle shove to send him back to his friend. Somewhat chagrined (though still with a mouth full of apple) she asks: "um, are you okay?" The apple hiding is met with a furrow of dark brows, and her lips press together in confusion. "Yes, but" after observing the hiding of the apples. "You weren't intentionally throwing those at me? I was just watching the baker. I didn't do anything wrong." Edyis says, trying to understand why the apples are being hidden. "Or" Her mouth rounds, and her eyes go wide. "You didn't steal them did you? The farmers work hard to grow those. Stealing them isn't a very nice thing to do." Looking positively scandalized The smaller of the two boys, busily polishing the red skin of his apple against his sleeve, turns owl-wide eyes on Edyis and chimes, "I waren't trying to hit you, promise. Shaus tripped me, is all." And Shaus, prompted by a pointed look from Laine, scuffs one foot in the dirt and summons up an unconvincing, "sorry, miss." Laine, shuffling awkward little steps backwards, is abruptly put off when Edyis is throwing around those (totally unfounded) accusations. The younger girl puffs up, indignant. "My da is an apple farmer. I know how hard they work. An' Shaus bought these apples with his own marks. And he ain't no thief, right, Shaus?" ... Right, Shaus? Shaus? Oh, there he goes: Shaus bolts, fast as his little legs will carry him, apples spilling out in his wake. The smaller takes off after him. Edyis looks guilty when the other girl gets indignant. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to imply it's just you guys were hiding the apples and - " Her eyes go wide as the boy bolts, spilling apples in his wake. Round eyes and a gaping expression all she has. She clearly doesn't know what to think! Shaus' apparently admission of guilt deflates Laine somewhat, although she does spin and yells some choice (and definitely not seven-year-old appropriate) words after her escaping friends. She slouches and toes the packed earth, smearing dirt all over her cute (but visibly too-big) flats. Her slate grey eyes avoid Edyis but Laine knows enough to offer up, "s'pose you were right." Of course, this doesn't stop the younger girl from taking a big bite out of her apple--no point in hiding it now. She even digs around in her skirt pocket and produces one for Edyis. "Y'wanna?" Edyis frowns, looking at the apple. "I really shouldn't. I mean it's stolen and stealing is a terrible thing to do to someone." And yet, the apple does look very tempting, she struggles with the decision. "I really shouldn't, and you shouldn't either. How would you feel if someone stole your parent's apples?" She asks. Laine tips that apple back and forth, enticingly: look how shiny it is! It's crunchy and glossy and--really juicy, judging from Laine's mouth and chin. When Edyis takes the apple, Laine uses the back of her sleeve to wipe at her face, and grins a crooked grin up at the older girl. "But it's real good." She hesitates before replying next. "Dunno. I'd probably kick 'em." Pow, bang! The young girl demonstrates with two sharp air-kicks (well away from Edyis). Edyis watches that apple with rounded eyes. It does look so delicious, and her belly rumbles a little. She takes it, biting into it with a mixture of guilt and delight. Of course her eyes go wider at the violent display. "You! Don't you have big brothers for that sort of thing, or your dad could beat them up." Laine stares at Edyis with disbelief. "Nah. I mean, yeah. Got brothers. But be funner to do it myself." (Obviously, says her tone.) "Or throw rocks at 'em from a tree!" She brightens. This new idea strikes her fancy, clearly. Musing on this, she takes another bite--nearly down to the core, now--then spits a seed on the ground. She contemplates the seed for a long moment, then steps on it. While she's grinding it underfoot, she looks up at Edyis and says, almost shyly, "you have a really pretty dress." "My father says I shouldn't get into fights, and my big sister says it isn't proper behavior for a young woman to do such things, if she wants to be respectable." Edyis frets, but the complement on her dress has her ears turning red, and she sort of twirls from side to side. "It was my sister Lyn's I was finally big enough to fit into it, and my stepmother took it in some." Smiling shyly back and absently smoothing the crisp white fabric. "Why did you squish the seed?" Laine squints up at the older girl, processing this new information. "Everyone always says you're s'posed to be respectable but never says, really, what it means. An'," she points out matter-of-factly, "I like scrapping with Fionn 'cause I can beat him." Unapologetically, with a one-shouldered shrug. She brushes, somewhat self-consciously, at her patchy, too-long skirt, and repeats: "it's really pretty." And perhaps to hide the pink on her cheeks, she turns, winds up with one arm and pitches her apple core over the nearest stall--or tries to. It thumps against the side of the stall and rolls some distance away. After watching this with some interest, she turns back to Edyis, then glances down at the squished seed. Crinkles her nose. "Dunno. Why'd you eat the apple?" Edyis worries at one of the ruffles. "You have to be respectable though, so that people don't look at you and think badly of your family right?" Tilting her head at the girl. "I don't know that I could ever fight. I'm tiny I mean do I look like a ten year old to you?" She answers twirling. "Everyone thinks I'm seven. It's frustrating. The older girl sighs wistfully. "Your skirt, all of the patches." The girl muses looking at it more closely now. "You could stitch even more patches into it, make it all pretty colors." At the question Edyis gives the girl a guilty look. "It looked good, and you gave it to me." She answers before a voice calls her name. "That would be my stepmom, but It was nice meeting you! Try not to steal more apples though ok?" Laine puffs her cheeks full of air at Edyis' treatise on respectability, but makes no more mention of it. And when Edyis mentions patching her dress, conflicting emotions wrestle across Laine's features: she's defiant, she's ashamed, she's chagrined. Eventually something else entirely wins out and she sniffs, stuffing her hands in her pockets and grinding that apple seed again underfoot as an excuse not to meet Edyis' gaze. "That's a good idea," she mumbles, then glances back over her shoulder. Shaus and Fionn (presumably) are peeking around the corner of a nearby stall, beckoning, and Laine uses that convenient excuse to start walking backward. She does, however, raise her voice to trail after Edyis as they part: "I'll tell Shaus not to steal any more apples!" Then, friendlier: "and--'bye!" |
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