Swéte Hunig
NPC: Daran
Daran watched the man dig into the sweets and cracked a small smile. Somehow even adults became just like small children when presented with sweet treats they liked. He frowned though when the man held out a small strawberry candy in his palm and asked permission to give it to Leol. I'm sorry, but no he said, glancing over to the Macaw. Though he does like the sweets, it isn't good for him to have them. It has taken a lot of training to teach him that he can't have candy.
His words were light, but he didn't like the way the man was offering the treat to the bird. Perhaps it was his suspicious nature, but he saw it as trying to get Leol's trust. He was telling the truth that he didn't want the bird having sweets because it wasn't good for him, but a small part of him saw the offering as a way for the man to get Leol to trust him later. He didn't know why, but he didn't like him.
Is there anything else I can help you with? he asked politely.
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Ohh i understand.
*the hand immediately closed around the candy so he wouldn't tempt the bird any further. After a moment's hesitation it seemed on what to do, he popped it into his mouth, clearly relishing the flavor. He had definitely not lied about that: he had a sweet tooth. Waiting a bit longer to make sure the candy was disolving and propped behind his teeth he went on.*
It's why I asked. It takes a lot of effort to train an animal like that. And a lot of time. Wouldn't want to undo your work. It can take just one action to undo months and months of careful training. These ARE good.
*he added in clear admiration of your skill as a confectioner, or possibly your skill in sourcing the candy if it hadn't been made by your own hands. He was easily good humored and shook your head at the last question.*
I think that will be all. Don't lead me into more temptation than I already am. Though I already know I will have to come back to buy more. I know myself and my weaknesses. But thank you for the direction to the Apothecary. I am hoping it's open. If not I will talk to a Haelend. You have a good day.
*and with that he put away the newly acquired candy and left the store for the market streets, unburdened by any dark thoughts or suspicions and happily content with the candy and preserves.*
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It had been a good while since she'd used a mincer - back in the Westfold she had relied just on knives at home - and it had taken Elarith a while to remember how to assemble it. Her hands still remembered the technique, though, and she found it quite therapeutic to be working with her fingers, using her old butchery skills. This was where she felt comfortable. Well, here and in her Cavalry uniform of old.
She made a pile of badger burgers, humming to herself as she did. She had heard talk on the streets as she'd walked to the shop of a summer festival. Perhaps she could sell some of her burgers and other products there? It could be a good boost to the shop's income, which would be needed if it was now to support her as well as her brother and his family. She took a pencil and piece of parchment from the apron pocket and scribbled 'festival?' on it, then wandered through into the back room and left it on the counter to remind her later.
Her old apron caught her eye as she put the note down. Since the shop was quiet, and she could do with a quick break, maybe she should nip out and drop it off at the seamstress? Elarith stuck her head back into the shop front, but there was no one near the door or looking through the window. She grabbed the apron, and strode out of the front door, swinging the well used 'Back soon' sign around as she went.
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Elarith stepped into the shop, rather pleased to be out of the busy streets outside. "Hello," she said to the woman holding pencil and paper. She shook out her old apron and held it up for inspection. "Not exactly a grand commission, but I don't suppose you could have a go at repairing this?" she asked, pointing to the holes and frayed, nibbled edges. When she looked back at the woman to catch her reply, she realised her face was familiar. "Is that...Taeth?" she asked, smiling.
It had been a good while since she'd used a mincer - back in the Westfold she had relied just on knives at home - and it had taken Elarith a while to remember how to assemble it. Her hands still remembered the technique, though, and she found it quite therapeutic to be working with her fingers, using her old butchery skills. This was where she felt comfortable. Well, here and in her Cavalry uniform of old.
She made a pile of badger burgers, humming to herself as she did. She had heard talk on the streets as she'd walked to the shop of a summer festival. Perhaps she could sell some of her burgers and other products there? It could be a good boost to the shop's income, which would be needed if it was now to support her as well as her brother and his family. She took a pencil and piece of parchment from the apron pocket and scribbled 'festival?' on it, then wandered through into the back room and left it on the counter to remind her later.
Her old apron caught her eye as she put the note down. Since the shop was quiet, and she could do with a quick break, maybe she should nip out and drop it off at the seamstress? Elarith stuck her head back into the shop front, but there was no one near the door or looking through the window. She grabbed the apron, and strode out of the front door, swinging the well used 'Back soon' sign around as she went.
Awesnis gærwe nædleprica
Elarith stepped into the shop, rather pleased to be out of the busy streets outside. "Hello," she said to the woman holding pencil and paper. She shook out her old apron and held it up for inspection. "Not exactly a grand commission, but I don't suppose you could have a go at repairing this?" she asked, pointing to the holes and frayed, nibbled edges. When she looked back at the woman to catch her reply, she realised her face was familiar. "Is that...Taeth?" she asked, smiling.
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Once she had started her inventory, and digging through all the nooks and crannies of the storage and cutting tables in the shop, Taethowen had become immensely relieved that she had not felt beholden to hire on the previous seamstress. If the items she'd found had been the woman's practice work, then her skills were... passable. But barely. And certainly not adequate for both Taeth's own standards, and for the once renowned reputation of Awesnis.
As she was marking the last of the thread and bobbins on her list, she heard the door creak. She looked up to see a woman (Elarith) walk in and hold out her apron, asking for it to be mended.
Taeth found herself frozen in place for a moment as her mind spun, trying to pick out the right memory. She knew this woman. She knew she did, her voice and face were so, so familiar, and yet the actual memory of her name and why she knew her were evading all attempt at recollection.
Then the woman looked in her eyes, and Taeth watched the sudden smile spread across her face. "Is that... Taeth?"
Damn that fever, Taeth cursed it again silently for how much that illness had stolen from her.
"I'm sorry," she faltered. "I know you. I know I do. But after I left Rohan, I fell terribly ill, and the illness jumbled some of my memories, and stole others altogether. Can you remind me who you are?"
Once she had started her inventory, and digging through all the nooks and crannies of the storage and cutting tables in the shop, Taethowen had become immensely relieved that she had not felt beholden to hire on the previous seamstress. If the items she'd found had been the woman's practice work, then her skills were... passable. But barely. And certainly not adequate for both Taeth's own standards, and for the once renowned reputation of Awesnis.
As she was marking the last of the thread and bobbins on her list, she heard the door creak. She looked up to see a woman (Elarith) walk in and hold out her apron, asking for it to be mended.
Taeth found herself frozen in place for a moment as her mind spun, trying to pick out the right memory. She knew this woman. She knew she did, her voice and face were so, so familiar, and yet the actual memory of her name and why she knew her were evading all attempt at recollection.
Then the woman looked in her eyes, and Taeth watched the sudden smile spread across her face. "Is that... Taeth?"
Damn that fever, Taeth cursed it again silently for how much that illness had stolen from her.
"I'm sorry," she faltered. "I know you. I know I do. But after I left Rohan, I fell terribly ill, and the illness jumbled some of my memories, and stole others altogether. Can you remind me who you are?"
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NPC: Sheemie Rheus and a curious mouse: The Streets
Sheemie had said he'd follow Ama's lead, but his eagerness to taste candy caused him to step out of the fountain square ahead of her. "Hi!" he bawled in alarm. "Steady up, folks!" It was no use, the streets were now packed with shoppers, all headed in one direction.
"Ama! Ama!" Sheemie hollered, his shaggy head bobbing in alarm atop the throng. Despite his meaty size and frantic struggling, the lad was unable to turn back. The hurrying shoppers carried him further down the road and soon all hope of finding Ama was gone.
"Lawks!" Sheemie moaned, as he was swept by the butcher and on past the sweet shoppe. "M-O-O-N that spells LOST!"
And then the most curious of things happened: the crowd started to thin and the mouse, perched atop Sheemie's shaggy bonce, took up a hank of blonde hair in each of its tiny paws. "Ouch!" Sheemie yelped. "Stop that, it hurts."
But the wee mouse kept up its tugging until the lad came to a halt. It skittered out of the way of Sheemie's grasping hands, took up station upon his right ear and yanked another strand of hair. "You stop that right now, or I'll…"
Sheemie's hands fell limp at his sides as he turned towards this new irritation.
Two shops stood before him. They were separated by a thin vennel, an alley he'd walked often to reach the street locals called Hostellers' Row and then on down to Auld Town and home. The frontage of one seemed to have been recently cleaned. A bright new sign hung over the lintel,"Leoht Min Fyr", the board proudly proclaimed.
Not that Sheemie could read it (he could count after a fashion, as high as 19 if there were sufficient pebbles to hand!), but learning his letters had always been beyond him. Still it took no sign to tell him who the shop belonged to. Eléo of course, Lady-Golden Hair!
Lawks, yes, of course it was. He and his Beda-sweoster had worked there for a time! And once, he was sure, a man had saved them from dying in a fire in there?
And there had been worse things than fire to face in Eléo's shop.
The Brack Man, for one - the dark, scary man with quick hands and nasty surprises.
Now, if this was Eléo's shop than that one next to it - the one what looked like it had been closed forever and a day, and was all dirty and fit to fall down - must have belonged to someone else he knew.
Sheemie stepped up onto the wooden veranda carefully, and edged across the creaking boards towards the shuttered windows of the derelict store. The shutter nearest the door hung askance on rusted hinges. He stepped closer still, aiming to set an eye to the gap between wall and shutter.
"Oy!" The mouse leapt from Sheemie's head, landed neatly on the sill, and vanished through a crack into the darkened interior of the shop. "Come back, mousey!" the lad keened. "Sheemie's already lost one friend this morning, he doesn't want to lose another, lawksey no!"
Sheemie rapped repeatedly on the shutter, and hollered through the gap until he was hoarse. All to no avail, his new found friend failed to return; chest hitching Sheemie cast himself upon the veranda and wept.
Sheemie had said he'd follow Ama's lead, but his eagerness to taste candy caused him to step out of the fountain square ahead of her. "Hi!" he bawled in alarm. "Steady up, folks!" It was no use, the streets were now packed with shoppers, all headed in one direction.
"Ama! Ama!" Sheemie hollered, his shaggy head bobbing in alarm atop the throng. Despite his meaty size and frantic struggling, the lad was unable to turn back. The hurrying shoppers carried him further down the road and soon all hope of finding Ama was gone.
"Lawks!" Sheemie moaned, as he was swept by the butcher and on past the sweet shoppe. "M-O-O-N that spells LOST!"
And then the most curious of things happened: the crowd started to thin and the mouse, perched atop Sheemie's shaggy bonce, took up a hank of blonde hair in each of its tiny paws. "Ouch!" Sheemie yelped. "Stop that, it hurts."
But the wee mouse kept up its tugging until the lad came to a halt. It skittered out of the way of Sheemie's grasping hands, took up station upon his right ear and yanked another strand of hair. "You stop that right now, or I'll…"
Sheemie's hands fell limp at his sides as he turned towards this new irritation.
Two shops stood before him. They were separated by a thin vennel, an alley he'd walked often to reach the street locals called Hostellers' Row and then on down to Auld Town and home. The frontage of one seemed to have been recently cleaned. A bright new sign hung over the lintel,"Leoht Min Fyr", the board proudly proclaimed.
Not that Sheemie could read it (he could count after a fashion, as high as 19 if there were sufficient pebbles to hand!), but learning his letters had always been beyond him. Still it took no sign to tell him who the shop belonged to. Eléo of course, Lady-Golden Hair!
Lawks, yes, of course it was. He and his Beda-sweoster had worked there for a time! And once, he was sure, a man had saved them from dying in a fire in there?
And there had been worse things than fire to face in Eléo's shop.
The Brack Man, for one - the dark, scary man with quick hands and nasty surprises.
Now, if this was Eléo's shop than that one next to it - the one what looked like it had been closed forever and a day, and was all dirty and fit to fall down - must have belonged to someone else he knew.
Sheemie stepped up onto the wooden veranda carefully, and edged across the creaking boards towards the shuttered windows of the derelict store. The shutter nearest the door hung askance on rusted hinges. He stepped closer still, aiming to set an eye to the gap between wall and shutter.
"Oy!" The mouse leapt from Sheemie's head, landed neatly on the sill, and vanished through a crack into the darkened interior of the shop. "Come back, mousey!" the lad keened. "Sheemie's already lost one friend this morning, he doesn't want to lose another, lawksey no!"
Sheemie rapped repeatedly on the shutter, and hollered through the gap until he was hoarse. All to no avail, his new found friend failed to return; chest hitching Sheemie cast himself upon the veranda and wept.
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~ Caddrick and Ailura
Little sister was relieved when the lady said she did not think their help was needed. They both watched as Thalionwen wrapped them up some "Bree Cheese". Caddrick's mouth watered, and he could not find the words to answer when she added the bit to tell his folks about cheese and eggs for the inn. He would remember, but he could not tell her so. He did manage a smile though, at the rosemary, and now that the package was wrapped and in his hand he was able to collect himself a little. "Thank you very much, Ma'am". He reached in the the nobleman's coin bag and handed over the coins for the cheese. Ailura clapped her hands at the little candies they were given next. "Oooo these are Ma's favorite! She'll be so happy, that she'll forget how long we've taken to get back!" Her brother rolled his eyes at her. "We are fine on time." but he was also grinning at the caramel candies in their hands too.
When one of the other ladies brought out a jar of liquid gold, honey. Caddrick quickly grabbed Ailura's shoulder, and quickly turned her toward the door. He was no longer the biggest risk to Ma's coins not making it back to her. The little red headed girl had a sweet spot for honey, that had gotten her, and him, into trouble a few times. Not today. "Speaking of Swéte Hunig, that is our next stop, for the nobleman at the inn. We best be off. Thank ye' for yer kindness!" "If you need an new cheese knives, or any other metal things for yer shop, be sure to let our Pa or Brother at Isengafæme know." Ailura called out, as her brother pushed her out the door.
Once outside they looked again at the sweets in their hands. "Should we go give some to Pa and Kendrick before we finish our shopping?"
~ Caddrick and Ailura
Little sister was relieved when the lady said she did not think their help was needed. They both watched as Thalionwen wrapped them up some "Bree Cheese". Caddrick's mouth watered, and he could not find the words to answer when she added the bit to tell his folks about cheese and eggs for the inn. He would remember, but he could not tell her so. He did manage a smile though, at the rosemary, and now that the package was wrapped and in his hand he was able to collect himself a little. "Thank you very much, Ma'am". He reached in the the nobleman's coin bag and handed over the coins for the cheese. Ailura clapped her hands at the little candies they were given next. "Oooo these are Ma's favorite! She'll be so happy, that she'll forget how long we've taken to get back!" Her brother rolled his eyes at her. "We are fine on time." but he was also grinning at the caramel candies in their hands too.
When one of the other ladies brought out a jar of liquid gold, honey. Caddrick quickly grabbed Ailura's shoulder, and quickly turned her toward the door. He was no longer the biggest risk to Ma's coins not making it back to her. The little red headed girl had a sweet spot for honey, that had gotten her, and him, into trouble a few times. Not today. "Speaking of Swéte Hunig, that is our next stop, for the nobleman at the inn. We best be off. Thank ye' for yer kindness!" "If you need an new cheese knives, or any other metal things for yer shop, be sure to let our Pa or Brother at Isengafæme know." Ailura called out, as her brother pushed her out the door.
Once outside they looked again at the sweets in their hands. "Should we go give some to Pa and Kendrick before we finish our shopping?"
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Amadhrill gives a big smile towards the lad. «That's the wonderful property of wool, they will keep your piggies warm even if the socks are soaking wet!» Her smile makes her green eyes glitter as she watches Sheemie put on his socks and a pair of sandals nearly ready to fall apart. Waiting patiently for the boy to get himself ready she looks around the street and the market, searching for a candy shop.
«Indeed it has becom very busy, who would've thought?! When I entered this very morning, I wasn't even sure it would open!» Her eyes follows Sheemies towards Leoht Min Fyr. «So you are from Edoras, then?»
The lad had looked so misrable in the morning, but now he looks all the better, yet his simple and clumsy way makes her unsure of the soundness in just leaving him once her shopping is done. «I am not a great reader myself, Sheemie, I only learned it when I entered the cavalry and became the assistant pubmistress. And for the past... well... some ten years I guess, I have not read a lot. But then again, are we not Rohirrims, more proud of our oral traditions than the written?» She laughs brightly and sings a stanza of an old song «Oh, will you hear the song I sing and will it be believed?»
She turns for only a moment. «Let's g....» her words stop short, the lad is gone. She hears his hollering, but can't see Sheemie as she turns her head around, frantically searching for him. But she is not a tall woman, not for a Rohirrim anyways, and his head is lost. She steps on top of the fountain edge, trying to get a better look, but no, he is lost. Ama draws a deep breath to clear her mind, for a moment it is as if her stomack tumbles, but a few calm breaths steadies it. Sheemie is not her child, nor her responsibility, he seemed well enough and somewhat familiar in the Market. So she can only hope he will find his way to a home, yet she makes a mental note to stop by the shop he mentioned to see if he has been there, to try and make sure he is okay.
The streets are much busier now, and she has to more or less force her way towards the sweet shop.
Swéte Hunig
She enters the door just as the previous customer wishes the owner a good day. Politely she nods her head as a greeting as she passes him. Then she turns to the shop keeper. «Good morning. My son has his birthday today, and I want to get him a treat...» she lets her words trail off. «Have you seen a lad here? He seems a bit...what shall I say... simple, perhaps? And clumsy... he was wearing well-used woolen socks in wornout sandals, calls himself Sheemie? Maybe you know him?»
(OOC @Aodh Hammerhelm - sorry about the late post, finally had some warm weather in this part of Norway and "had" to spend the days outside, and then came the long weekend, so the kids have kept me busy...)
Amadhrill gives a big smile towards the lad. «That's the wonderful property of wool, they will keep your piggies warm even if the socks are soaking wet!» Her smile makes her green eyes glitter as she watches Sheemie put on his socks and a pair of sandals nearly ready to fall apart. Waiting patiently for the boy to get himself ready she looks around the street and the market, searching for a candy shop.
«Indeed it has becom very busy, who would've thought?! When I entered this very morning, I wasn't even sure it would open!» Her eyes follows Sheemies towards Leoht Min Fyr. «So you are from Edoras, then?»
The lad had looked so misrable in the morning, but now he looks all the better, yet his simple and clumsy way makes her unsure of the soundness in just leaving him once her shopping is done. «I am not a great reader myself, Sheemie, I only learned it when I entered the cavalry and became the assistant pubmistress. And for the past... well... some ten years I guess, I have not read a lot. But then again, are we not Rohirrims, more proud of our oral traditions than the written?» She laughs brightly and sings a stanza of an old song «Oh, will you hear the song I sing and will it be believed?»
She turns for only a moment. «Let's g....» her words stop short, the lad is gone. She hears his hollering, but can't see Sheemie as she turns her head around, frantically searching for him. But she is not a tall woman, not for a Rohirrim anyways, and his head is lost. She steps on top of the fountain edge, trying to get a better look, but no, he is lost. Ama draws a deep breath to clear her mind, for a moment it is as if her stomack tumbles, but a few calm breaths steadies it. Sheemie is not her child, nor her responsibility, he seemed well enough and somewhat familiar in the Market. So she can only hope he will find his way to a home, yet she makes a mental note to stop by the shop he mentioned to see if he has been there, to try and make sure he is okay.
The streets are much busier now, and she has to more or less force her way towards the sweet shop.
Swéte Hunig
She enters the door just as the previous customer wishes the owner a good day. Politely she nods her head as a greeting as she passes him. Then she turns to the shop keeper. «Good morning. My son has his birthday today, and I want to get him a treat...» she lets her words trail off. «Have you seen a lad here? He seems a bit...what shall I say... simple, perhaps? And clumsy... he was wearing well-used woolen socks in wornout sandals, calls himself Sheemie? Maybe you know him?»
(OOC @Aodh Hammerhelm - sorry about the late post, finally had some warm weather in this part of Norway and "had" to spend the days outside, and then came the long weekend, so the kids have kept me busy...)
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@Amadhrill OOC: No probs, freond-min.. Sheemie will catch up with you in a bit. Happy to hear you've made the most of lovely weather with your family....
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Elarith's smile faded as Taethowen struggled to place her. She had had her own experiences with memory loss back in the Westfold. "I'm sorry to hear that. Are you doing better now?" she asked, fingers fiddling with the edge of the apron.
"I've only recently come back to Edoras myself, but that's a long and dull tale," she explained. "I'm Elarith. We served in the Cavalry together, long years since." A flash of memory filled her mind, of horses galloping to battle, her éored along side her, hunts in the wood, drinking and laughing in the Æthelmund. She blinked and brought herself back to the present of the needlework shop.
"I expect you like a challenge, but if this apron is beyond saving, you could perhaps make me a new one? If you have the time," she asked.
Elarith's smile faded as Taethowen struggled to place her. She had had her own experiences with memory loss back in the Westfold. "I'm sorry to hear that. Are you doing better now?" she asked, fingers fiddling with the edge of the apron.
"I've only recently come back to Edoras myself, but that's a long and dull tale," she explained. "I'm Elarith. We served in the Cavalry together, long years since." A flash of memory filled her mind, of horses galloping to battle, her éored along side her, hunts in the wood, drinking and laughing in the Æthelmund. She blinked and brought herself back to the present of the needlework shop.
"I expect you like a challenge, but if this apron is beyond saving, you could perhaps make me a new one? If you have the time," she asked.
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*He gave a nod to the woman who entered the store almost at the moment he exited it(Ama). When he stepped in the street, he did the same thing as when he'd come into the store. Assess his surroundings. It was an automatic glance trying to orient who was where and if an attack come where would be the retreat or the point to hold, a common enough habit of veterans.
Seeing all was safe, he dug in his pocket and liberated a second candy from the cone, popping it in his mouth before making his way to the Apothecary. He needed a few supplies, and then he could go home. The badgers were coming along nicely. It had been an impulsive idea, yet training had paid off. The plan was coming together. Oh it would be a preliminary matter only. But if things went well, it would create chaos. And chaos led to discontent. And discontent.. was fertile soil indeed.*
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Taeth watched the smile fade on the face of someone who was, apparently, an old friend, and felt a pang in her heart.
"Are you doing better now?" The woman asked, and Taeth tried to smile back, but it was weak. So much... she'd lost so much, and when she'd been away from Rohan, it wasn't as apparent. Being home was proving to be more heartbreaking than she'd expected.
"Physically, yes," Taeth answered. "But the healers in Gondor warned some of my memories may be lost for good. Most of the time it's bearable, but in moments like these it's excruciating."
The woman introduced herself as Elarith, explaining that they'd served in the Cavalry together.
"Ah," Taeth sighed. "That explains some of it. My memories of my time in the Cavalry were the ones most affected, since it had been the most recent part of my life before I fell ill. Were we in the same éored?"
Elarith held out the apron, then, inquiring if it should be mended or replaced. Taeth took the apron and spread it across one of the cutting tables.
It had obviously been made of heavy, oiled cloth, something to protect the wearer and their garments from fluids that might soak through. As she continued her inspection, a little bit of a memory wandered through her mind.
"Did you work at the butcher shop?" she asked Elarith. "If you've just returned to Edoras as well, are you taking it over again?
"As for the apron... it can be mended, but in some places it's threadbare, and where the edges have been chewed away by mice, I'll have to trim them back and re-hem them. It will be shorter for sure, and may even end up being smaller in size overall as well. It would be best to replace it entirely, but if you need more time for the coin, I can mend this one for now and you can let me know when you're ready for a new one."
Taeth watched the smile fade on the face of someone who was, apparently, an old friend, and felt a pang in her heart.
"Are you doing better now?" The woman asked, and Taeth tried to smile back, but it was weak. So much... she'd lost so much, and when she'd been away from Rohan, it wasn't as apparent. Being home was proving to be more heartbreaking than she'd expected.
"Physically, yes," Taeth answered. "But the healers in Gondor warned some of my memories may be lost for good. Most of the time it's bearable, but in moments like these it's excruciating."
The woman introduced herself as Elarith, explaining that they'd served in the Cavalry together.
"Ah," Taeth sighed. "That explains some of it. My memories of my time in the Cavalry were the ones most affected, since it had been the most recent part of my life before I fell ill. Were we in the same éored?"
Elarith held out the apron, then, inquiring if it should be mended or replaced. Taeth took the apron and spread it across one of the cutting tables.
It had obviously been made of heavy, oiled cloth, something to protect the wearer and their garments from fluids that might soak through. As she continued her inspection, a little bit of a memory wandered through her mind.
"Did you work at the butcher shop?" she asked Elarith. "If you've just returned to Edoras as well, are you taking it over again?
"As for the apron... it can be mended, but in some places it's threadbare, and where the edges have been chewed away by mice, I'll have to trim them back and re-hem them. It will be shorter for sure, and may even end up being smaller in size overall as well. It would be best to replace it entirely, but if you need more time for the coin, I can mend this one for now and you can let me know when you're ready for a new one."
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Pen and Ink
Aethelu had swept the floors, organised the shelves, and even cleaned the windows. She was finally pleased with the way the shop looked, everything had its place and was sparkling clean. Taking a deep breath, she decided it was time for a break. As she looked out of the window, she took note of the bright sunshine and decided she couldn't just sit behind the counter. On one end of the counter there was a piece of flat wood that she had set aside when the shelves were being built. It made for a perfect rest so that Aethelu, or her customers, could practice with a sample of the parchments, inks, and pens to see what they thought. She had set aside some less than perfect parchments for her own use, as well as her own supply of pen and small inks. Looking through her little stash, she selected a fine tipped pen, some black ink, and fairly large piece of imperfect parchment. Picking them up, along with her wood board, she walked to the open door. Settling herself down on the doorstep, she placed her ink by her feet and made herself comfortable. The sun had warmed the stone step she sat upon, and now she enjoyed the feeling of it warming her skin. It had been a long time since she had had time to just sit and enjoy the sun. Humming a tune she had learned in Gondor, she picked up her pen, dipped it into the ink, and began to write upon the parchment.
At first, she was just practicing her lettering, testing out the pen to see what styles of writing she could create. Then she began to write longer phrases to see how long she could go before she needed to dip her pen once more. When she needed to stretch out her hand, Aethelu looked up to find she was being watched. Two young children, a boy and a girl, were staring at her from across the road. She had noticed them when she had looked outside, happily playing their own little game with a small ball. Clearly the ball was no longer so interesting as they were both looking at her intently. When the girl noticed her looking back at them, she nudged the boy. They looked quite similar, perhaps siblings? Aethelu wondered what it was like to have a sibling so close in age. She had been 7 when Dicun was born, by the time he was old enough to be interesting she had no desire to play childish games. For most of his young life, she had been expected to care for him while her parents tended to the farm. She had never resented him, not consciously, but it had not always been easy. Now she was an adult, he just reaching his maturity, and she felt that distance between them. It made her strangely sad.
The children crept towards her, looking at her nervously, wary of this strange lady. She smiled at them, hoping to appear as friendly as she could. "What you doing?" asked the boy as he peered at the paper on her lap. "What are you doing," corrected the girl, giving him a dig with her elbow. "I'm writing," responded Aethelu, trying to stifle a laugh as the two pouted at each other. "Would you like to try?" She turned her board around and held out the pen towards them. The girl shook her head, clearly the boss of the two."We don't know how to," she said sadly, biting down on her lip. "We don't know reading either." Aethelu nodded her head, it wasn't surprising. Many parents still clung to the old oral traditions and saw no need for education of reading and writing. Some were coming around, but it was going to take a long time to change things. "Would you like me to teach you some letters?" she asked and was surprised when both of their eyes lit up. "Oh yes please!" the boy cried out. He rushed forwards to try and sit next to her on the doorstep, she had barely enough time to grab her ink before he knocked it over. The girl rolled her eyes at his boisterousness and instead did a little curtsy before gently lowering herself to sit on the other side of Aethelu. It had been a little while since she had done some teaching, it had been a great way for her to earn some extra coin on her travels, but she was sure it would come back to her. Turning the parchment over, she dipped her pen into the ink once again. "Right," she said with a more authoritative tone than she had used in some time, "Let's begin."
Aethelu had swept the floors, organised the shelves, and even cleaned the windows. She was finally pleased with the way the shop looked, everything had its place and was sparkling clean. Taking a deep breath, she decided it was time for a break. As she looked out of the window, she took note of the bright sunshine and decided she couldn't just sit behind the counter. On one end of the counter there was a piece of flat wood that she had set aside when the shelves were being built. It made for a perfect rest so that Aethelu, or her customers, could practice with a sample of the parchments, inks, and pens to see what they thought. She had set aside some less than perfect parchments for her own use, as well as her own supply of pen and small inks. Looking through her little stash, she selected a fine tipped pen, some black ink, and fairly large piece of imperfect parchment. Picking them up, along with her wood board, she walked to the open door. Settling herself down on the doorstep, she placed her ink by her feet and made herself comfortable. The sun had warmed the stone step she sat upon, and now she enjoyed the feeling of it warming her skin. It had been a long time since she had had time to just sit and enjoy the sun. Humming a tune she had learned in Gondor, she picked up her pen, dipped it into the ink, and began to write upon the parchment.
At first, she was just practicing her lettering, testing out the pen to see what styles of writing she could create. Then she began to write longer phrases to see how long she could go before she needed to dip her pen once more. When she needed to stretch out her hand, Aethelu looked up to find she was being watched. Two young children, a boy and a girl, were staring at her from across the road. She had noticed them when she had looked outside, happily playing their own little game with a small ball. Clearly the ball was no longer so interesting as they were both looking at her intently. When the girl noticed her looking back at them, she nudged the boy. They looked quite similar, perhaps siblings? Aethelu wondered what it was like to have a sibling so close in age. She had been 7 when Dicun was born, by the time he was old enough to be interesting she had no desire to play childish games. For most of his young life, she had been expected to care for him while her parents tended to the farm. She had never resented him, not consciously, but it had not always been easy. Now she was an adult, he just reaching his maturity, and she felt that distance between them. It made her strangely sad.
The children crept towards her, looking at her nervously, wary of this strange lady. She smiled at them, hoping to appear as friendly as she could. "What you doing?" asked the boy as he peered at the paper on her lap. "What are you doing," corrected the girl, giving him a dig with her elbow. "I'm writing," responded Aethelu, trying to stifle a laugh as the two pouted at each other. "Would you like to try?" She turned her board around and held out the pen towards them. The girl shook her head, clearly the boss of the two."We don't know how to," she said sadly, biting down on her lip. "We don't know reading either." Aethelu nodded her head, it wasn't surprising. Many parents still clung to the old oral traditions and saw no need for education of reading and writing. Some were coming around, but it was going to take a long time to change things. "Would you like me to teach you some letters?" she asked and was surprised when both of their eyes lit up. "Oh yes please!" the boy cried out. He rushed forwards to try and sit next to her on the doorstep, she had barely enough time to grab her ink before he knocked it over. The girl rolled her eyes at his boisterousness and instead did a little curtsy before gently lowering herself to sit on the other side of Aethelu. It had been a little while since she had done some teaching, it had been a great way for her to earn some extra coin on her travels, but she was sure it would come back to her. Turning the parchment over, she dipped her pen into the ink once again. "Right," she said with a more authoritative tone than she had used in some time, "Let's begin."
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Elarith was taken aback when Taethowen explained that some of her memories were completely lost to her. Misplacing was one thing, but to have empty voids... "Well, I'm not offended that you don't remember me, though I am sorry you don't recall much of your Cavalry career," she said. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to place Taeth in the éored line ups in her head, trying to picture a coloured insignia or some other sigil."No... no, I don't think you were in the Westmark with me. Maybe in Meduseld? But that's just a guess," she replied with a shrug, but clicked her fingers, eyes widening when inspiration suddenly hit her. "Weren't you a Pæthfindian?"
Taeth soon turned to the matter at hand, and she handed the apron over to her apologetically. She was rather ashamed it was in such a sorry state. The seamstress looked over it with a critical eye, and asked if she was working at the butcher's. "Yes, I'm back helping at Slitan Bur. My brother Ælfric has been running it these past years, off and on, with his wife. I'm staying with them for now so I'm earning my keep in the shop, for now at least," she told her. Who knew how long that would last? It was nice to be with family but she was already itching for some space of her own.
As she had half expected, the apron had been neglected for too long. Elarith sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she weighed up the options Taeth presented her with. "Hmm. Well, I have use of my sister-in-law's apron at the moment. And I think a fresh start demands a fresh apron. So I should like to commission a replacement, please, if I could pay you in instalments?" she asked.
Elarith was taken aback when Taethowen explained that some of her memories were completely lost to her. Misplacing was one thing, but to have empty voids... "Well, I'm not offended that you don't remember me, though I am sorry you don't recall much of your Cavalry career," she said. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to place Taeth in the éored line ups in her head, trying to picture a coloured insignia or some other sigil."No... no, I don't think you were in the Westmark with me. Maybe in Meduseld? But that's just a guess," she replied with a shrug, but clicked her fingers, eyes widening when inspiration suddenly hit her. "Weren't you a Pæthfindian?"
Taeth soon turned to the matter at hand, and she handed the apron over to her apologetically. She was rather ashamed it was in such a sorry state. The seamstress looked over it with a critical eye, and asked if she was working at the butcher's. "Yes, I'm back helping at Slitan Bur. My brother Ælfric has been running it these past years, off and on, with his wife. I'm staying with them for now so I'm earning my keep in the shop, for now at least," she told her. Who knew how long that would last? It was nice to be with family but she was already itching for some space of her own.
As she had half expected, the apron had been neglected for too long. Elarith sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she weighed up the options Taeth presented her with. "Hmm. Well, I have use of my sister-in-law's apron at the moment. And I think a fresh start demands a fresh apron. So I should like to commission a replacement, please, if I could pay you in instalments?" she asked.
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NPC: Daran
dDaran watched the stranger go with an air of relief, though he still didn't know why. He followed the man to the door, watching as he headed down the street before going back to the counter and tucking the coins from his pocket into the coin box, which he then put back in it's place hidden under the countertop. As he turned back around he heard the door tinkle. You be good. No swooping at people, he told Leol sternly, patting the bird on the head as he headed out to greet the newest customer.
The woman (Ama) told him she wanted to get a treat for her son for his birthday, then asked if he had seen a lad there. By the description he wondered if it was the lad out by the fountain earlier in the morning. He shook his head. No, I'm sorry I haven't seen anyone but the man you passed on the way in. You are only my second customer of the day. Is the lad lost? I'd be happy to help you look for him if needed, or perhaps have a Cavalry Patrol come in? Gesturing to his shop, he went back to what she had said first. As for your son, I am only about half stocked right now, but I'm sure we can definitely find something. Does your son like taffy? Or perhaps some maple sugar candy? I also have hard candies or some nut brittle? If none of that, tell me what he likes and I will see if I have it.
NPC: Daran
dDaran watched the stranger go with an air of relief, though he still didn't know why. He followed the man to the door, watching as he headed down the street before going back to the counter and tucking the coins from his pocket into the coin box, which he then put back in it's place hidden under the countertop. As he turned back around he heard the door tinkle. You be good. No swooping at people, he told Leol sternly, patting the bird on the head as he headed out to greet the newest customer.
The woman (Ama) told him she wanted to get a treat for her son for his birthday, then asked if he had seen a lad there. By the description he wondered if it was the lad out by the fountain earlier in the morning. He shook his head. No, I'm sorry I haven't seen anyone but the man you passed on the way in. You are only my second customer of the day. Is the lad lost? I'd be happy to help you look for him if needed, or perhaps have a Cavalry Patrol come in? Gesturing to his shop, he went back to what she had said first. As for your son, I am only about half stocked right now, but I'm sure we can definitely find something. Does your son like taffy? Or perhaps some maple sugar candy? I also have hard candies or some nut brittle? If none of that, tell me what he likes and I will see if I have it.
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NPC: Sheemie Rheus and a curious mouse: On the stoep of Golde ge Eorcanstan:
Sheemie’s weeping soon fades into soft snoring. His body lies inert upon the worn verandah but soon his eyelids begin to tremble lightly.
In his dream he shambles down a long hall – not a hall like the one on the hill of Edoras… Not one all wooden, warm and wonderful like Meduseld. This hall is dark and draughty, the walls made of cold, damp stone. Behind him Sheemie can hear the skittering of something following him.
“Wait for me!” he calls to the bright white shapes that seem to dance ahead of him in the hallway. “Wait for me, Arthur, Will and Ælf!” The trio of bright figures draw further and further away from him, but behind him the horrid skittering grows louder. And then, more frighteningly, Sheemie feels the touch of sharp claws on the back of his neck.
He wakes with a moan, flops onto his back with a choked cry and sees, shimmering in the light off the street, a cloud of fine particles. Brushing the falling splinters and rotted wood dust from his face he leaps up and finds the mouse has returned. It is perched on the windowsill, silvery back to Sheemie, tugging at a length of leather cord. The cord vanishes into the gap through which the mouse recently disappeared, and in the gloom Sheemie sees something stuck against the warped timbers. The mouse ceases tugging, sets its teeth to the hole and begins gnawing frantically.
“Hi, little freond!” Sheemie calls. “Hey, little Michæl, hold up Sheemie will help you!” The lad has no idea where this name has come from, but the mouse seems to like (or recognise) it. It stops gnawing and gazes up at Sheemie expectantly. The lad reaches forward, pokes an index finger into the hole and feels something soft and yielding. He gives a hard tug on the leather cord and a length of supple, brown leather pops through the hole.
“A purse!” the lad exclaims. “But the rest of it is still stuck…”
Sheemie drops his hand into his gunna and withdraws a battered wide-brimmed hat. It's his gardening hat, made of faded fuchsia-dyed straw, and utterly useless in this situation. He draws the cord over his broad neck and tosses the hat onto his back. His hand fumbles in the poke once more and withdraws a small knife, one he normally uses to cut fruit or cheese. The blade is worn, but slim and strong and he manages to widen the hole until the base of the purse is freed.
Something heavy lies in the base of the leather pouch - something large enough and round enough to have got it stuck.
“La!” Sheemie hoots in amazement. “Look, Michæl – money! Heaven’s for breakfast now we can get some sweets – and a treat for you for being so clever. C’mon freond let’s go find something tasty.”
Michael hops into Sheemie’s palm, sniffs once at the shiny silver coin, then hurries up the lad’s arm and takes up a vantage point on his master’s shaggy head once more. Hooting with excitement, his straw hat slung like a shield upon his broad back, Sheemie leaps from the verandah and hurries back up the street. He spots a store on his left - not a sweet shop, a pet shop! – and bursts through the door without hesitation.
”Hi ma’am!” he hollers at the shop owner (Shivased). “Have you any treats for a good, hungry little mouse?”
Sheemie’s weeping soon fades into soft snoring. His body lies inert upon the worn verandah but soon his eyelids begin to tremble lightly.
In his dream he shambles down a long hall – not a hall like the one on the hill of Edoras… Not one all wooden, warm and wonderful like Meduseld. This hall is dark and draughty, the walls made of cold, damp stone. Behind him Sheemie can hear the skittering of something following him.
“Wait for me!” he calls to the bright white shapes that seem to dance ahead of him in the hallway. “Wait for me, Arthur, Will and Ælf!” The trio of bright figures draw further and further away from him, but behind him the horrid skittering grows louder. And then, more frighteningly, Sheemie feels the touch of sharp claws on the back of his neck.
He wakes with a moan, flops onto his back with a choked cry and sees, shimmering in the light off the street, a cloud of fine particles. Brushing the falling splinters and rotted wood dust from his face he leaps up and finds the mouse has returned. It is perched on the windowsill, silvery back to Sheemie, tugging at a length of leather cord. The cord vanishes into the gap through which the mouse recently disappeared, and in the gloom Sheemie sees something stuck against the warped timbers. The mouse ceases tugging, sets its teeth to the hole and begins gnawing frantically.
“Hi, little freond!” Sheemie calls. “Hey, little Michæl, hold up Sheemie will help you!” The lad has no idea where this name has come from, but the mouse seems to like (or recognise) it. It stops gnawing and gazes up at Sheemie expectantly. The lad reaches forward, pokes an index finger into the hole and feels something soft and yielding. He gives a hard tug on the leather cord and a length of supple, brown leather pops through the hole.
“A purse!” the lad exclaims. “But the rest of it is still stuck…”
Sheemie drops his hand into his gunna and withdraws a battered wide-brimmed hat. It's his gardening hat, made of faded fuchsia-dyed straw, and utterly useless in this situation. He draws the cord over his broad neck and tosses the hat onto his back. His hand fumbles in the poke once more and withdraws a small knife, one he normally uses to cut fruit or cheese. The blade is worn, but slim and strong and he manages to widen the hole until the base of the purse is freed.
Something heavy lies in the base of the leather pouch - something large enough and round enough to have got it stuck.
“La!” Sheemie hoots in amazement. “Look, Michæl – money! Heaven’s for breakfast now we can get some sweets – and a treat for you for being so clever. C’mon freond let’s go find something tasty.”
Michael hops into Sheemie’s palm, sniffs once at the shiny silver coin, then hurries up the lad’s arm and takes up a vantage point on his master’s shaggy head once more. Hooting with excitement, his straw hat slung like a shield upon his broad back, Sheemie leaps from the verandah and hurries back up the street. He spots a store on his left - not a sweet shop, a pet shop! – and bursts through the door without hesitation.
”Hi ma’am!” he hollers at the shop owner (Shivased). “Have you any treats for a good, hungry little mouse?”
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NPC post - Taedwyn
*His visit to the Apothecary did not pay off, it was indeed closed, but that was not that much a problem. He would need to send for the supplies he needed from there, which could take a while but he had no doubt Bradic would do well right there. He'd supplied Balcetir as well before he traveled and that order had been very, very specific indeed. He had his specialties, so had each of them. But right now, what he needed aside from candy, was of a more practical nature. It would take some practice to create exactly what he needed, but he had no doubt he would manage.. Other supplies were here already: the pottery he needed. But what he needed now was even more mundane than special orders: Candles. And while the apothecary had been closed he had been assured the candle store would not be.
Having followed the directions, the distance not too far, he arrived at his new destination and when he looked at the store and actually found it open. Popping another candy in his mouth -maple this time- he was glad he would have more to show for his journey than just treats. Opening the door he looked inside, lifting his voice.*
Hello?
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NPC Beda (12 years old)
"La di da di da," sang Beda as she dusted and rearranged the shelves of candles (mostly tallow, a few beeswax) and a small sampling of soaps. The weather was warm, the sky was blue, and if there was any evil afoot in Middle-earth, Beda was blissfully unaware of it.
The winter had been hard; not particularly cold but Mam had been sick through most of it, so the shop had been open only a day here and there. Beda had actually begun to wonder if Mam would ever be truly well again, or even worse, if she might die and leave Beda alone to take care of her brothers and sisters. But that worry was for another day, and she swept the gloomy thoughts right out the door with the dust.
When all was set aright, she stood back and sadly surveyed the small inventory. It will do for a day or so, she decided, and yet again returned to her sunny mood. Nothing was going to get her down on this bright day!
"Hello?" she heard a voice call out, just as she had stepped into the small closet-sized room at the back of the shop.
"Oh, hello!" she called back, quickly returning to the main shop area. She did not know the man standing there, but that had never stopped her from jumping right in to conversation. "Hello there, sir, I'm ever so glad to see you. My name's Beda, and I run this shop. Well, it is actually my Mam's shop, but she can never manage to get away from the bairns, so here I am, and glad to be so! Isn't it a beautiful day? Have you come from far away? Is it so lovely there as it is here? Isn't Edoras just the most beautiful place there is?"
She stopped long enough to take a breath and look the stranger over. Did she detect the faint hint of maple on his breath?
NPC Beda (12 years old)
"La di da di da," sang Beda as she dusted and rearranged the shelves of candles (mostly tallow, a few beeswax) and a small sampling of soaps. The weather was warm, the sky was blue, and if there was any evil afoot in Middle-earth, Beda was blissfully unaware of it.
The winter had been hard; not particularly cold but Mam had been sick through most of it, so the shop had been open only a day here and there. Beda had actually begun to wonder if Mam would ever be truly well again, or even worse, if she might die and leave Beda alone to take care of her brothers and sisters. But that worry was for another day, and she swept the gloomy thoughts right out the door with the dust.
When all was set aright, she stood back and sadly surveyed the small inventory. It will do for a day or so, she decided, and yet again returned to her sunny mood. Nothing was going to get her down on this bright day!
"Hello?" she heard a voice call out, just as she had stepped into the small closet-sized room at the back of the shop.
"Oh, hello!" she called back, quickly returning to the main shop area. She did not know the man standing there, but that had never stopped her from jumping right in to conversation. "Hello there, sir, I'm ever so glad to see you. My name's Beda, and I run this shop. Well, it is actually my Mam's shop, but she can never manage to get away from the bairns, so here I am, and glad to be so! Isn't it a beautiful day? Have you come from far away? Is it so lovely there as it is here? Isn't Edoras just the most beautiful place there is?"
She stopped long enough to take a breath and look the stranger over. Did she detect the faint hint of maple on his breath?
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Taeth felt relief wash through her as Elarith reassured her that she wasn't offended by Taeth's lack of memory of her. As Elarith talked of the Cavalry éoreds, then asked, "Weren't you a Pæthfindian?"
"Aye," Taeth smiled. "And I do also recall my éored, though some of that is because I kept a journal. It was too sparse, though, and I made very few notations of day-to-day life and friendships, which I much regret now. I served in the Eastmark, and I was Ærest Pæthfindian for a time, and then served as Third Marshal..." her voice trailed off there, realizing she was about to veer into dangerous territory for herself. She would need to take care of that nagging doubt soon.
Taeth nodded as Elarith explained her brother running Slitan Bur. It was a blessing to have family around, though the thought brought yet another pang to Taeth's heart.
"Of course you can pay in installments!" Taeth answered. "Do you want me to make a pattern from this apron, or are there any alterations or adjustments you'd like it to have? More pockets, or does it need to be longer? Here, just slip it on real quick as well and let's make sure it's not pulling uncomfortably around your neck or on your shoulders."
Taeth felt relief wash through her as Elarith reassured her that she wasn't offended by Taeth's lack of memory of her. As Elarith talked of the Cavalry éoreds, then asked, "Weren't you a Pæthfindian?"
"Aye," Taeth smiled. "And I do also recall my éored, though some of that is because I kept a journal. It was too sparse, though, and I made very few notations of day-to-day life and friendships, which I much regret now. I served in the Eastmark, and I was Ærest Pæthfindian for a time, and then served as Third Marshal..." her voice trailed off there, realizing she was about to veer into dangerous territory for herself. She would need to take care of that nagging doubt soon.
Taeth nodded as Elarith explained her brother running Slitan Bur. It was a blessing to have family around, though the thought brought yet another pang to Taeth's heart.
"Of course you can pay in installments!" Taeth answered. "Do you want me to make a pattern from this apron, or are there any alterations or adjustments you'd like it to have? More pockets, or does it need to be longer? Here, just slip it on real quick as well and let's make sure it's not pulling uncomfortably around your neck or on your shoulders."
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~ Caddrick and Ailura
"You know..." "Oh boy, here we go. What now?" Caddrick rolled his eyes at Ailura. He was not sure he wanted to hear what she was going to say now. Some more judgement, or reminding him how different he was compared to the rest of the Ellenweorcs, or some other random childish thing. He did not see that she was taking in the scene of the market. The disrepair that some of the shops were in, on the outside, was kinda sad. "Aren't you a carpenter?" His blue eyes flashed to her quickly. "Yes? What is your point?" "Why don't you help the market by making new signs? Repairing doors and window shutters, and such. All these stores need some polishing up." He looked around the Market and realized she was right. He did have the skill and tools to help, and here was the project he need screaming in his face. He smiled at her. "Aye, that is something I can do. Let's finish helping Ma first, though." Ailura grinned up at him then skipped off ahead of him toward Swéte Hunig.
"OH DARAN!" Ailura called as they entered the shop, but then she stopped. He was helping some one else already. Her face turned a shade of red somewhere between her hair and Leol's feathers. "Sorry," she said a lot quieter. Caddrick was glaring at her again, but only spoke to the others in the room. "Westhu hal" They would wait for the lady to finish her order before getting the chocolates for the fancy nobleman at the inn. While they waited Caddrick hoped that Leol would fancy a visit to his own shoulder, the teen was rather fond of the bird.
~ Caddrick and Ailura
"You know..." "Oh boy, here we go. What now?" Caddrick rolled his eyes at Ailura. He was not sure he wanted to hear what she was going to say now. Some more judgement, or reminding him how different he was compared to the rest of the Ellenweorcs, or some other random childish thing. He did not see that she was taking in the scene of the market. The disrepair that some of the shops were in, on the outside, was kinda sad. "Aren't you a carpenter?" His blue eyes flashed to her quickly. "Yes? What is your point?" "Why don't you help the market by making new signs? Repairing doors and window shutters, and such. All these stores need some polishing up." He looked around the Market and realized she was right. He did have the skill and tools to help, and here was the project he need screaming in his face. He smiled at her. "Aye, that is something I can do. Let's finish helping Ma first, though." Ailura grinned up at him then skipped off ahead of him toward Swéte Hunig.
"OH DARAN!" Ailura called as they entered the shop, but then she stopped. He was helping some one else already. Her face turned a shade of red somewhere between her hair and Leol's feathers. "Sorry," she said a lot quieter. Caddrick was glaring at her again, but only spoke to the others in the room. "Westhu hal" They would wait for the lady to finish her order before getting the chocolates for the fancy nobleman at the inn. While they waited Caddrick hoped that Leol would fancy a visit to his own shoulder, the teen was rather fond of the bird.
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Swéte Hunig
She smiled a little apologetic at the shopkeeper Daran, green eyes not quite meeting his, but rather darting slightly unsure around the shop. Then she squared her shoulders and straighten herself up. «I am not sure if he is lost and I don't think the cavarly is necessary. He... you see, I just met him outside by the fountain this very morning, and he seemed in a... well, he seemed out of sorts, and I am not sure he has anyone here in Edoras that looks after him. I wanted to make sure he had... someone.»
She paused a little, then smiled more confidently, her voice lighter«Well, if he should pass by here or you see him, let him know that Ama is looking for him, and if he wants to, I would be glad to see him in my home if it pleases him. I live in the cottage with bright orange flowers by the entrance, in the Auld Town and close to the Northern gate. But it is only to ask for my house too...»
She paused for a little and looked around in the shop, her eyes looking at the temptations around her. Her hand felt the lightness of her purse, but she did not show if she felt any shame for it. «OH DARAN!» Ama turned to see a girl (Ailura) enter and immidiately turn red and appologize quietly, a boy, her brother perhaps, entering together with her.
A motherly smile crossed her face. «Westu hal!» She greeted them and then turned back to the shopkeeper. «I'll have six taffies and then some sour hard candy if you have? How much will it be?»
She smiled a little apologetic at the shopkeeper Daran, green eyes not quite meeting his, but rather darting slightly unsure around the shop. Then she squared her shoulders and straighten herself up. «I am not sure if he is lost and I don't think the cavarly is necessary. He... you see, I just met him outside by the fountain this very morning, and he seemed in a... well, he seemed out of sorts, and I am not sure he has anyone here in Edoras that looks after him. I wanted to make sure he had... someone.»
She paused a little, then smiled more confidently, her voice lighter«Well, if he should pass by here or you see him, let him know that Ama is looking for him, and if he wants to, I would be glad to see him in my home if it pleases him. I live in the cottage with bright orange flowers by the entrance, in the Auld Town and close to the Northern gate. But it is only to ask for my house too...»
She paused for a little and looked around in the shop, her eyes looking at the temptations around her. Her hand felt the lightness of her purse, but she did not show if she felt any shame for it. «OH DARAN!» Ama turned to see a girl (Ailura) enter and immidiately turn red and appologize quietly, a boy, her brother perhaps, entering together with her.
A motherly smile crossed her face. «Westu hal!» She greeted them and then turned back to the shopkeeper. «I'll have six taffies and then some sour hard candy if you have? How much will it be?»
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Entering the Streets of the Riddermarket
A little riot of children seemed to be dashing about the lanes of the market as Ber wove her way between the knots of shoppers that mingled like islands in the eddies of the youth. She hadn’t remembered so many children before, and grinned at the few who took a moment to glance up at her. Such energy! She envied that of them.
Ber paused at the windows of several of the stalls, tempted by the scents of newly oiled leather more than anything, although the sugary delicacies in one shop made her feet serve in against her will. “Perhaps later”, she muttered weakly.
“Ah, here we go,” she’d found her destination.
Awesnis gærwe nædleprica
She’d meant to slip in quietly, noting that she was busy with i other, but the the creaking door gave her away. At least it might have had Taethowen not been so involved with the fitting. Hesitating a few breaths as to wether to step back out, she worried the door would not be ignored twice, so she simply turned to examine whatever snared her attentions until her attentions were sincerely engaged in the stacks of delicious fabrics, the newness and vibrancy of hues enchanting her to total distraction.
She absently patted a small bundle in an inner pocket of her vest, as had become a frequent habit of late, to assure herself it was still there.
A little riot of children seemed to be dashing about the lanes of the market as Ber wove her way between the knots of shoppers that mingled like islands in the eddies of the youth. She hadn’t remembered so many children before, and grinned at the few who took a moment to glance up at her. Such energy! She envied that of them.
Ber paused at the windows of several of the stalls, tempted by the scents of newly oiled leather more than anything, although the sugary delicacies in one shop made her feet serve in against her will. “Perhaps later”, she muttered weakly.
“Ah, here we go,” she’d found her destination.
Awesnis gærwe nædleprica
She’d meant to slip in quietly, noting that she was busy with i other, but the the creaking door gave her away. At least it might have had Taethowen not been so involved with the fitting. Hesitating a few breaths as to wether to step back out, she worried the door would not be ignored twice, so she simply turned to examine whatever snared her attentions until her attentions were sincerely engaged in the stacks of delicious fabrics, the newness and vibrancy of hues enchanting her to total distraction.
She absently patted a small bundle in an inner pocket of her vest, as had become a frequent habit of late, to assure herself it was still there.
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Awesnis gærwe nædleprica
Elarith nodded when Taeth talked about missing details from her diary. "I suppose we assume that the everyday stuff isn't worth mentioning because it won't change or be forgotten very easily, when in hindsight, it often is," she shrugged. "The number of familiar faces I've seen and yet not been able to pin a name to! I think I shall campaign for everyone to wear badges. Preferably with some indication of how I know them." That could save her some embarrassment.
She was pleased when Taeth seemed happy enough to accept payment by instalment. She doubted she would have been able to scrape enough together for a new apron otherwise. Thinking for a moment, she said, "I like my big front pocket, but my pencil and other small items always get lost in the bottom, so another little pocket might be useful. You can use the old one for a pattern if that's easiest for you. And yes, we'd better try it on. Béma knows I won't have gotten any taller but I might have grown in other places." She took the tattered apron back, slipped it over her head and swiftly tied the strings together in a knot behind her back (a skill she had always been secretly proud of). She tried not to look too disappointed when the apron felt tighter than she remembered, and stood back to allow the seamstress to have a proper assessment of the fit. She thought she heard a slight noise behind her, but maybe that was just the floorboards as she had stepped backwards.
Elarith nodded when Taeth talked about missing details from her diary. "I suppose we assume that the everyday stuff isn't worth mentioning because it won't change or be forgotten very easily, when in hindsight, it often is," she shrugged. "The number of familiar faces I've seen and yet not been able to pin a name to! I think I shall campaign for everyone to wear badges. Preferably with some indication of how I know them." That could save her some embarrassment.
She was pleased when Taeth seemed happy enough to accept payment by instalment. She doubted she would have been able to scrape enough together for a new apron otherwise. Thinking for a moment, she said, "I like my big front pocket, but my pencil and other small items always get lost in the bottom, so another little pocket might be useful. You can use the old one for a pattern if that's easiest for you. And yes, we'd better try it on. Béma knows I won't have gotten any taller but I might have grown in other places." She took the tattered apron back, slipped it over her head and swiftly tied the strings together in a knot behind her back (a skill she had always been secretly proud of). She tried not to look too disappointed when the apron felt tighter than she remembered, and stood back to allow the seamstress to have a proper assessment of the fit. She thought she heard a slight noise behind her, but maybe that was just the floorboards as she had stepped backwards.
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Taeth laughed, thrilled with Elarith's idea of badges with notes of how everyone knew each other. "Wouldn't that be handy?" she said. "But I think it would require a wizard's skill."
As Elarith slipped the apron back over her head, Taethowen grabbed her paper and pencil again, and started jotting down the important details.
~Keep big front pocket
~Add smaller pocket for pencil, etc.
When she looked up to check the fit on Elarith, she jotted down a couple more items.
~Widen apron width by -- inches
~Lengthen apron ties
Just as Taeth started to ask Elarith a question about the second pocket, the shop door creaked--she would need to oil that, it seemed--and she looked over to see who had come in, but they (Bereth) were already starting to browse around the shop and Taeth hadn't glimpsed their face. "I'll be with you shortly!" Taeth called out, and then turned back to Elarith.
"Do you want the smaller pocket on the upper part of the apron, or next to the large pocket?" she asked. "Oh, and you can take the apron back off now."
Taeth quickly drew up a simple payment plan. The apron wouldn't be all that expensive, overall, but it would take a bit of time because of all the separate pieces that had to be cut out and assembled, even after she made the pattern. She quickly figured up the yardage that would be required, and pulled out the bolt of fabric she had that was most similar to what the apron had been constructed with.
"This is an oiled canvas, and it's the best option for your work at the butcher shop. It will repel liquids to keep your garments clean and dry. It is a little pricier, though, and I can make the apron from a regular canvas if you'd prefer that," Taeth said, sliding the piece of paper over with cost figures for the apron made from both types of fabric.
"Let me know which option will work better for you," Taeth said. "I should be able to have it completed within a fortnight, either way."
As Elarith slipped the apron back over her head, Taethowen grabbed her paper and pencil again, and started jotting down the important details.
~Keep big front pocket
~Add smaller pocket for pencil, etc.
When she looked up to check the fit on Elarith, she jotted down a couple more items.
~Widen apron width by -- inches
~Lengthen apron ties
Just as Taeth started to ask Elarith a question about the second pocket, the shop door creaked--she would need to oil that, it seemed--and she looked over to see who had come in, but they (Bereth) were already starting to browse around the shop and Taeth hadn't glimpsed their face. "I'll be with you shortly!" Taeth called out, and then turned back to Elarith.
"Do you want the smaller pocket on the upper part of the apron, or next to the large pocket?" she asked. "Oh, and you can take the apron back off now."
Taeth quickly drew up a simple payment plan. The apron wouldn't be all that expensive, overall, but it would take a bit of time because of all the separate pieces that had to be cut out and assembled, even after she made the pattern. She quickly figured up the yardage that would be required, and pulled out the bolt of fabric she had that was most similar to what the apron had been constructed with.
"This is an oiled canvas, and it's the best option for your work at the butcher shop. It will repel liquids to keep your garments clean and dry. It is a little pricier, though, and I can make the apron from a regular canvas if you'd prefer that," Taeth said, sliding the piece of paper over with cost figures for the apron made from both types of fabric.
~Oiled Canvas Butcher's Apron - 7 silver coins
Required deposit: 2 coins
~Plain Canvas Butcher's Apron - 4 silver coins
Required deposit: 1 coin
Required deposit: 2 coins
~Plain Canvas Butcher's Apron - 4 silver coins
Required deposit: 1 coin
"Let me know which option will work better for you," Taeth said. "I should be able to have it completed within a fortnight, either way."
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NPC post - Taedwyn
He had to adjust his gaze downward, having looked up in the direction of the door in the back and expecting an adult instead he found someone barely reaching his chest (Beda). There was a moment of surprise, clear in his eyes, surprise she might miss because the waterfall of words that followed clearly seemed to indicate a willingness to share whatever was on her mind. Small talk was a part of life as a shopkeeper, but she could not BE the shopkeeper, could she? She was, how old, ten, eleven? None the less, a child would be less likely to ask the wrong kind of questions. His mood was good, considering the way things were progressing and he offered a warm smile*
Today is a beautiful day. *He confirmed solemnly* And if Edoras isn't the most beautiful place it certainly is one of the most beautiful I've seen for myself. I would ask how you are today, but I can see you are well, and I am hoping your mother and kin are all well too.
*A mother with bairns at home, and a twelve year old in the shop also meant that money most likely was scarce, so he resolved to be generous. He could afford to, and it might make further dealings easier. If this worked.. he'd need to write the others. It was a bold move after all, but if it worked... a new way to handle things. One with less personal contact.*
I am looking for candles, slower burning, so I prefer beeswax. And a few tallow candles as well for the stable lanterns...
*He would have to melt them down slowly, change the shape and rearrange them but it could be done. He would need a small wick as well*
And three or four small tapers for finer use.. Yes, I think that would do. Do you make the candles yourself, lass?
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Awesnis gærwe nædleprica
Whilst Taeth made important-looking notes, Elarith glanced around the shop. She didn't know what three quarters of them were, but the colours of the different materials were beautiful. She resisted the urge to reach out and stroke the nearest plush-looking fabric.
Elarith became aware that Taeth had said something. "Hmm?" she replied, then noticed that someone else was, actually, in the shop aside from herself and the seamstress. That must've been the creaking noise, and hopefully Taeth had been talking to the other customer and wasn't waiting on a reply. Thankfully she was asked another question about the pockets. "Umm... Next to the big pocket I think would be best," she said, miming herself putting things in her apron pocket and working out where her hands felt more comfortable.
Taeth pulled forward some oiled canvas for her to see as she tugged the battered apron neck strap back over her head. "Yes, I can see how this would be better than the normal canvas," she replied, lightly touching the material. "I'll take it in the oiled version, please, keep the stains at bay."
She took a sidelong glance at the cost figures, just to make sure the price difference wasn't steep enough that she'd have to live on scraps for the next three months. Fortunately it was only 3 silvers difference, so with a bit of budgeting, she could manage. Elarith pulled out her coin purse, counted out two silver coins and placed them on the bench. "Drop me a note or call in at Slitan Bur when it's ready. No hurry though, I'll be all right borrowing this apron for now. Thank you for your time, Taeth, it's been good to see a familiar face again," she said, and turned to leave the shop. She tried to sneak a look at the other customer, to see if it was someone else she would recognise, but from the other person's position she couldn't see their face without making it really obvious what she was doing.
Whilst Taeth made important-looking notes, Elarith glanced around the shop. She didn't know what three quarters of them were, but the colours of the different materials were beautiful. She resisted the urge to reach out and stroke the nearest plush-looking fabric.
Elarith became aware that Taeth had said something. "Hmm?" she replied, then noticed that someone else was, actually, in the shop aside from herself and the seamstress. That must've been the creaking noise, and hopefully Taeth had been talking to the other customer and wasn't waiting on a reply. Thankfully she was asked another question about the pockets. "Umm... Next to the big pocket I think would be best," she said, miming herself putting things in her apron pocket and working out where her hands felt more comfortable.
Taeth pulled forward some oiled canvas for her to see as she tugged the battered apron neck strap back over her head. "Yes, I can see how this would be better than the normal canvas," she replied, lightly touching the material. "I'll take it in the oiled version, please, keep the stains at bay."
She took a sidelong glance at the cost figures, just to make sure the price difference wasn't steep enough that she'd have to live on scraps for the next three months. Fortunately it was only 3 silvers difference, so with a bit of budgeting, she could manage. Elarith pulled out her coin purse, counted out two silver coins and placed them on the bench. "Drop me a note or call in at Slitan Bur when it's ready. No hurry though, I'll be all right borrowing this apron for now. Thank you for your time, Taeth, it's been good to see a familiar face again," she said, and turned to leave the shop. She tried to sneak a look at the other customer, to see if it was someone else she would recognise, but from the other person's position she couldn't see their face without making it really obvious what she was doing.
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NPC: Sheemie Rheus and his curious mouse: Ye Olde Pet Shoppe
”Hullo! How-do?” Sheemie calls out once more. “Is anybody about to help me? I need a treat for my wee, clever little mouse!”
Michæl responds to his master’s call and leaves his perch in Sheemie’s tangled locks. He slips onto the lad’s shoulder and leaps onto the counter top; his nose and whiskers twitch as he sits up on his hind legs and eyes the containers on the shelves opposite him. The yapping of puppies and mewling of kittens do not alarm him, for he smells food, and he peers over the edge of the counter at the pens of baby animals.
“No, Michæl… Careful, Mike, those kitties will eat you for breakfast!” Sheemie toots in alarm. The mouse turns and scampers into the lad’s meaty palm. “Good boy, Mickey,” Sheemie croons. “M-O-O-N, that spells GOOD! Anybody knows it.
Sit tight, little feller, the shoppe-m’lady (@Shivased )will be along soon..”
”Hullo! How-do?” Sheemie calls out once more. “Is anybody about to help me? I need a treat for my wee, clever little mouse!”
Michæl responds to his master’s call and leaves his perch in Sheemie’s tangled locks. He slips onto the lad’s shoulder and leaps onto the counter top; his nose and whiskers twitch as he sits up on his hind legs and eyes the containers on the shelves opposite him. The yapping of puppies and mewling of kittens do not alarm him, for he smells food, and he peers over the edge of the counter at the pens of baby animals.
“No, Michæl… Careful, Mike, those kitties will eat you for breakfast!” Sheemie toots in alarm. The mouse turns and scampers into the lad’s meaty palm. “Good boy, Mickey,” Sheemie croons. “M-O-O-N, that spells GOOD! Anybody knows it.
Sit tight, little feller, the shoppe-m’lady (@Shivased )will be along soon..”
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CweÞ Ciese
"Oh Lail, it's so beautiful!" Thali said, clapping her hands as her friend set down the honey. "You know I love a sweet, but how do you manage the bees without getting stung? I'd be terrified!"
Glancing about the shop, Thali found it empty for the moment and began packing up what was left of the meal she'd laid out for herself, Lail, and Culfy. As she did, she found a coin slipped underneath the cloth she'd spread everything upon and sighed.
"Culfinwen Lihtarwe, you sly wench," Thalionwen muttered under her breath as she pocketed the coin. With everything packed up, she turned to Lail again.
"Do you mind taking a little walk with me and telling me about your bees?" Thalionwen asked. "Taethowen left before we ate, and knowing her she'll forget about food altogether and go hungry all day unless I bring something over. Besides that, Mettare is coming and I want to get something new made for the Summer Festival."
Picking up a bundle of food, Thalionwen slipped her arm through Lail's and led the way to the door, where she posted a sign that read "Out for a moment, be back shortly." But on the doorstep she stopped short, turning to @Lailyn.
"Oh Lail, freonde min, I'm being so foolish. Perhaps you have errands of your own to run and don't want to spend the entire day stuck with me! If you have things that need doing, you can always tell me about the bees another time, though I'd love your company. It's so good to be back together."
And Thali gave Lail another quick hug, despite being somewhat hampered by the bundle she was on her way to deliver.
"Oh Lail, it's so beautiful!" Thali said, clapping her hands as her friend set down the honey. "You know I love a sweet, but how do you manage the bees without getting stung? I'd be terrified!"
Glancing about the shop, Thali found it empty for the moment and began packing up what was left of the meal she'd laid out for herself, Lail, and Culfy. As she did, she found a coin slipped underneath the cloth she'd spread everything upon and sighed.
"Culfinwen Lihtarwe, you sly wench," Thalionwen muttered under her breath as she pocketed the coin. With everything packed up, she turned to Lail again.
"Do you mind taking a little walk with me and telling me about your bees?" Thalionwen asked. "Taethowen left before we ate, and knowing her she'll forget about food altogether and go hungry all day unless I bring something over. Besides that, Mettare is coming and I want to get something new made for the Summer Festival."
Picking up a bundle of food, Thalionwen slipped her arm through Lail's and led the way to the door, where she posted a sign that read "Out for a moment, be back shortly." But on the doorstep she stopped short, turning to @Lailyn.
"Oh Lail, freonde min, I'm being so foolish. Perhaps you have errands of your own to run and don't want to spend the entire day stuck with me! If you have things that need doing, you can always tell me about the bees another time, though I'd love your company. It's so good to be back together."
And Thali gave Lail another quick hug, despite being somewhat hampered by the bundle she was on her way to deliver.
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NPC: Daram
Daran listened to the woman (Ama explain she didn't know the lad she was looking for but was concerned he didn't have anyone to look after him. It was sad, he thought. Everyone deserved someone to look after them, especially if it was a lad not yet grown. I will keep an eye out for him. he promised. On a normal day most children find their way in here, so if the lad is like any others, he will probably show up at some point. I will be sure to make sure he is looked after and that he finds his way to you.
They were interrupted then by a loud tumble of children bursting in that turned out to only be two children, Caddrick and Ailura, who he was familiar with from his sister's friendship with Rowena and her family. I will be with you two in a minute, he told them with a smile and gestured at the Mackaw watching them all intently. Go play with Leol if you would like, or there are some fresh strawberry tarts in the back.
Turning back to Ama he grinned. As I said, most children find their way here at some point each day. He listened to what she wanted and made quick work of fetching it, twisting six taffies of different flavours into a paper cone. Taking another paper cone he twisted a good amount of hard candies into it, glad he had made some lemon and sour apple ones that morning. Handing the candy to his customer he did a quick tally. Four copper pieces, he told her after a minute.
Ye Olde Pet Shoppe
Shivasedhad finished settling the two guinea pigs into their new home and was reaching for a cage of songbirds when she heard movement of someone coming into the shop. She expected it to be Jacen bringing in the two ravens she had recently acquired to sell, and was about to direct him where to put them. Her mouth closed when she saw it wasn't her little brother, but rather the same lad she had seen sitting by the fountain first thing that morning, calling that he needed a treat for his mouse.
Westu hal, she greeted the lad with a smile as she stood up and wiped her hands on her apron. She quickly realized he wasn't....normal, with tangled hair and speaking oddly about MOON spellling GOOD. But, he seemed sweet enough. I'm sure I have a small treat for your wee mousie, she told him, going over to the crates Jacen had piled by the counter. How about a dry treat mix? Strawberry, apple, pear, pea and carrot mixed with some sunflower seeds and nuts. I'm sure your mousie will love that, and you can snack on it too if you like.
NPC: Daram
Daran listened to the woman (Ama explain she didn't know the lad she was looking for but was concerned he didn't have anyone to look after him. It was sad, he thought. Everyone deserved someone to look after them, especially if it was a lad not yet grown. I will keep an eye out for him. he promised. On a normal day most children find their way in here, so if the lad is like any others, he will probably show up at some point. I will be sure to make sure he is looked after and that he finds his way to you.
They were interrupted then by a loud tumble of children bursting in that turned out to only be two children, Caddrick and Ailura, who he was familiar with from his sister's friendship with Rowena and her family. I will be with you two in a minute, he told them with a smile and gestured at the Mackaw watching them all intently. Go play with Leol if you would like, or there are some fresh strawberry tarts in the back.
Turning back to Ama he grinned. As I said, most children find their way here at some point each day. He listened to what she wanted and made quick work of fetching it, twisting six taffies of different flavours into a paper cone. Taking another paper cone he twisted a good amount of hard candies into it, glad he had made some lemon and sour apple ones that morning. Handing the candy to his customer he did a quick tally. Four copper pieces, he told her after a minute.
Ye Olde Pet Shoppe
Shivasedhad finished settling the two guinea pigs into their new home and was reaching for a cage of songbirds when she heard movement of someone coming into the shop. She expected it to be Jacen bringing in the two ravens she had recently acquired to sell, and was about to direct him where to put them. Her mouth closed when she saw it wasn't her little brother, but rather the same lad she had seen sitting by the fountain first thing that morning, calling that he needed a treat for his mouse.
Westu hal, she greeted the lad with a smile as she stood up and wiped her hands on her apron. She quickly realized he wasn't....normal, with tangled hair and speaking oddly about MOON spellling GOOD. But, he seemed sweet enough. I'm sure I have a small treat for your wee mousie, she told him, going over to the crates Jacen had piled by the counter. How about a dry treat mix? Strawberry, apple, pear, pea and carrot mixed with some sunflower seeds and nuts. I'm sure your mousie will love that, and you can snack on it too if you like.
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NPC Rhainnyn Volorwin II
Streets
He had some coin jangling in his pockets, and he looked rather out of place among the everyday Rohirric shoppers. He was dressed to the nines, the clothes he wore of Gondorian make, and brighter colors than seen among the regulars of Rohan. Long brown hair fell past his shoulders, but neatly plaited. Green eyes scanned the streets, no one of interest as of now. Perhaps though he'd find someone or something of interest. But for now, there were things he needed to complete his task.
He stopped in his tracks though when he saw a wolf. He pulled out a sheet of parchment and stared at it, and then looked at the wolf. It was outside a shop with a sign that had a large rake crossed with a hoe. A farm shop? Hmm… he hadn't heard anything about the Ellenweorcs having a farming shop. How did he miss that notice? But that was clearly the wolf as described by his father that belonged to Rowena. He took a few steps away and decided to duck into a store.
He wasn't sure what store he ducked into at first, until he started sneezing. Oh great, just great. A pet store.
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The man who seemed to be avoiding him caught the wolf's attention. He snuck into the shop after the man, The beast of varying shades of grey snarled at the man.
'Shh… good doggy… you'll scare the -- ACHOO-- animals.' Nevermind the fact his sneezing was also rather alarming. He tried to back out the door but the wolf got in his way and kept snarling.
'Ma'am… ACHOO…' He called at the woman who seemed to be the shop-owner. 'Are you any ACHOO good with wolves? This one looks like he wants to eat me for dinner!' He kept trying to dodge the wolf, but it kept following his every move snarling at him.
Normally the beast was rather tame for a wolf, but he was a protector too, and if anyone came too close to his favorite person in the world while he was around, there was trouble. His name was Drefan. Normally he lived on the farm that Rowena and Audley kept, but he had not wanted to leave Rowena's side for some reason on this trip to Edoras, so they brought him along, cautioning him to stay away from people. Clearly their warnings went unheeded today.
'ACHOO!' Damn this pet shoppe. Why of all places did he have to try and escape from one animal into a place with many animals?
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He had some coin jangling in his pockets, and he looked rather out of place among the everyday Rohirric shoppers. He was dressed to the nines, the clothes he wore of Gondorian make, and brighter colors than seen among the regulars of Rohan. Long brown hair fell past his shoulders, but neatly plaited. Green eyes scanned the streets, no one of interest as of now. Perhaps though he'd find someone or something of interest. But for now, there were things he needed to complete his task.
He stopped in his tracks though when he saw a wolf. He pulled out a sheet of parchment and stared at it, and then looked at the wolf. It was outside a shop with a sign that had a large rake crossed with a hoe. A farm shop? Hmm… he hadn't heard anything about the Ellenweorcs having a farming shop. How did he miss that notice? But that was clearly the wolf as described by his father that belonged to Rowena. He took a few steps away and decided to duck into a store.
He wasn't sure what store he ducked into at first, until he started sneezing. Oh great, just great. A pet store.
Ye Olde Pet Shoppe
The man who seemed to be avoiding him caught the wolf's attention. He snuck into the shop after the man, The beast of varying shades of grey snarled at the man.
'Shh… good doggy… you'll scare the -- ACHOO-- animals.' Nevermind the fact his sneezing was also rather alarming. He tried to back out the door but the wolf got in his way and kept snarling.
'Ma'am… ACHOO…' He called at the woman who seemed to be the shop-owner. 'Are you any ACHOO good with wolves? This one looks like he wants to eat me for dinner!' He kept trying to dodge the wolf, but it kept following his every move snarling at him.
Normally the beast was rather tame for a wolf, but he was a protector too, and if anyone came too close to his favorite person in the world while he was around, there was trouble. His name was Drefan. Normally he lived on the farm that Rowena and Audley kept, but he had not wanted to leave Rowena's side for some reason on this trip to Edoras, so they brought him along, cautioning him to stay away from people. Clearly their warnings went unheeded today.
'ACHOO!' Damn this pet shoppe. Why of all places did he have to try and escape from one animal into a place with many animals?
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Awesnis Gærwe Nædleprica
Taeth nodded as she finished jotting down Elarith's preferences for her apron, and tucked away the two silver coins she handed over in the coin pouch she carried at her waist. The seamstress she'd dismissed earlier had taken whatever coin was in the shop, and Taeth had not found any sign of the locked wooden chest--or its key--that she thought she recalled from her prior time in the shop.
"Thank you," Taeth said as Elarith turned to leave. "I'll let you know as soon as the apron is ready!"
Taeth couldn't help but notice Elarith's curiousity, on her way out, for the other client who had entered the shop, but she didn't approach the stranger (@Bereth).
"Just one more moment, please!" Taeth called out as she pulled out one of the empty baskets she'd found under the counter. She folded up the apron Elarith had left behind, laying her notes on top of it, and making sure to mark the top piece of paper in large lettering with ELARITH - SLITAN BUR and the date she'd promised it would be ready by. She almost walked away before she remembered to make the notation that Elarith had paid the deposit. That would have been an unfortunate thing to forget.
Taeth sighed, brushed a stray wisp of hair back from her face, and crossed the shop to her other client, whose face was still hidden as they browsed.
"Welcome to Awesnis," Taethowen spoke with a smile. "What can I assist you with?"
And then, of course, her stomach let out an absurdly loud growl.
Taeth nodded as she finished jotting down Elarith's preferences for her apron, and tucked away the two silver coins she handed over in the coin pouch she carried at her waist. The seamstress she'd dismissed earlier had taken whatever coin was in the shop, and Taeth had not found any sign of the locked wooden chest--or its key--that she thought she recalled from her prior time in the shop.
"Thank you," Taeth said as Elarith turned to leave. "I'll let you know as soon as the apron is ready!"
Taeth couldn't help but notice Elarith's curiousity, on her way out, for the other client who had entered the shop, but she didn't approach the stranger (@Bereth).
"Just one more moment, please!" Taeth called out as she pulled out one of the empty baskets she'd found under the counter. She folded up the apron Elarith had left behind, laying her notes on top of it, and making sure to mark the top piece of paper in large lettering with ELARITH - SLITAN BUR and the date she'd promised it would be ready by. She almost walked away before she remembered to make the notation that Elarith had paid the deposit. That would have been an unfortunate thing to forget.
Taeth sighed, brushed a stray wisp of hair back from her face, and crossed the shop to her other client, whose face was still hidden as they browsed.
"Welcome to Awesnis," Taethowen spoke with a smile. "What can I assist you with?"
And then, of course, her stomach let out an absurdly loud growl.
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Beda was having trouble concentrating on what the stranger (Taedwyn) was saying as he definitely did have the faint smell of maple about him. Beda could detect the scent of sweets from 20 paces. Not that she ever had much opportunity to actually taste them. But this stranger had coin, it seemed, so she determined to make the sale as large as possible.
"Beeswax," she said, as she led him to the shelf featuring the small array she had available. "An excellent choice! They smell ever so much nicer, don't you think? And my mam, she's the one as actually makes the candles, adds just a touch of lavender to make them even better smelling. Now, as you can see, I have only four and twenty right now, but if you need more, you can come back in two days time and we will have more."
Stepping a few paces to the right, she then pointed to another shelf where a wide variety of tallow candles were arranged, in many different heights and diameters, some shaped like columns, others tapered.
"Now, here I have a lot of the smellier ones, um, I mean, the ones for everyday use." She was losing her concentration again, thinking about the sweet maple candy. Never say bad things about the merchandise, Mam always told her. Beda slapped her hand onto her forehead in admonishment of her own foolishness.
"But see how perfectly formed these are?" she bragged, hoping to encourage the man to buy more. "My mam, she is the best candlemaker in Edoras, well, I'd say in all of the Mark! Have you traveled all over the Mark? Or ... beyond? I've never been anywhere but Edoras, but then, why would I need to go anywhere else when everything is here? Oh, have you been to the sweets shop? I do love sweets, you know. But then, who does not?"
She lifted her eyes just enough for a quick glance at the stranger's face to see if she had gone too far, all the while wondering if he had any more of that maple candy in his pouch.
NPC Beda
Beda was having trouble concentrating on what the stranger (Taedwyn) was saying as he definitely did have the faint smell of maple about him. Beda could detect the scent of sweets from 20 paces. Not that she ever had much opportunity to actually taste them. But this stranger had coin, it seemed, so she determined to make the sale as large as possible.
"Beeswax," she said, as she led him to the shelf featuring the small array she had available. "An excellent choice! They smell ever so much nicer, don't you think? And my mam, she's the one as actually makes the candles, adds just a touch of lavender to make them even better smelling. Now, as you can see, I have only four and twenty right now, but if you need more, you can come back in two days time and we will have more."
Stepping a few paces to the right, she then pointed to another shelf where a wide variety of tallow candles were arranged, in many different heights and diameters, some shaped like columns, others tapered.
"Now, here I have a lot of the smellier ones, um, I mean, the ones for everyday use." She was losing her concentration again, thinking about the sweet maple candy. Never say bad things about the merchandise, Mam always told her. Beda slapped her hand onto her forehead in admonishment of her own foolishness.
"But see how perfectly formed these are?" she bragged, hoping to encourage the man to buy more. "My mam, she is the best candlemaker in Edoras, well, I'd say in all of the Mark! Have you traveled all over the Mark? Or ... beyond? I've never been anywhere but Edoras, but then, why would I need to go anywhere else when everything is here? Oh, have you been to the sweets shop? I do love sweets, you know. But then, who does not?"
She lifted her eyes just enough for a quick glance at the stranger's face to see if she had gone too far, all the while wondering if he had any more of that maple candy in his pouch.
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Ye Olde Pet Shoppe: NPC: Sheemie Rheus and his curious mouse:
At first Sheemie doesn’t quite know what to say to the shop-m’lady (@Shivased). The list of goodies she has on offer make his head whirl. Have I got enough to pay? Can I really eat what’s good for mouses?
A distant memory – his ma’ tidying out the pantry of the old ‘stead; grousing loudly as she throws out a bag of apples and a basket of wheat – answers his second question. And as for the first, well there was only one way to find that out.
Sheemie plunked the leather purse Michæl had found on the counter. His clumsy fingers (made clumsier by impatience and hunger) struggled with the draw-cord; Michæl scampered over and set his little paws to work. “Thankee-sai, little feller,” Sheemie beamed as he upturned the purse.
A large gold coin lay in his palm: it was heavy; and shiny; and quite obviously valuable. Letters adorned the face of the coin, letters Sheemie was unable to read. Flipping it over he saw it bore characters he could read – numbers!
“1 and 9 that makes 10,” Sheemie muttered, chewing his lip. “10 and 9 that makes 19!”
Far more interesting than the figures on the coin was the picture it bore - Yes, the picture made the money beautifuler still! - it showed 13 stars (Sheemie counted them off by rapping on the counter), not 7 like the Big King in Gondor had on his banner, and an eagle with its wings spread wide.
A bald eagle! Sheemie almost shouted in excitement. Laws, yes! A bald eagle, that’s what Arthur – good old Arthur, him what had saved Sheemie - called it. Sheemie had said that was a silly name: birds have feathers not hair, anybody knowed that. This had made Arthur chuckle – chuckle big-big, but not in a horrid way.
”Well ma’am,” Sheemie said holding out the coin. “Michæl and me are starving-hungry: M-O-O-N that spells famished. We’d like two bags of food please… a big one for me and a smaller one for my clever, wee mouse. We’ll have some of everything please: strawberries, sunflower seeds, pears, nuts, apple… Laws, yes some of everything…
But only if this money is enough to paid you!"
At first Sheemie doesn’t quite know what to say to the shop-m’lady (@Shivased). The list of goodies she has on offer make his head whirl. Have I got enough to pay? Can I really eat what’s good for mouses?
A distant memory – his ma’ tidying out the pantry of the old ‘stead; grousing loudly as she throws out a bag of apples and a basket of wheat – answers his second question. And as for the first, well there was only one way to find that out.
Sheemie plunked the leather purse Michæl had found on the counter. His clumsy fingers (made clumsier by impatience and hunger) struggled with the draw-cord; Michæl scampered over and set his little paws to work. “Thankee-sai, little feller,” Sheemie beamed as he upturned the purse.
A large gold coin lay in his palm: it was heavy; and shiny; and quite obviously valuable. Letters adorned the face of the coin, letters Sheemie was unable to read. Flipping it over he saw it bore characters he could read – numbers!
“1 and 9 that makes 10,” Sheemie muttered, chewing his lip. “10 and 9 that makes 19!”
Far more interesting than the figures on the coin was the picture it bore - Yes, the picture made the money beautifuler still! - it showed 13 stars (Sheemie counted them off by rapping on the counter), not 7 like the Big King in Gondor had on his banner, and an eagle with its wings spread wide.
A bald eagle! Sheemie almost shouted in excitement. Laws, yes! A bald eagle, that’s what Arthur – good old Arthur, him what had saved Sheemie - called it. Sheemie had said that was a silly name: birds have feathers not hair, anybody knowed that. This had made Arthur chuckle – chuckle big-big, but not in a horrid way.
”Well ma’am,” Sheemie said holding out the coin. “Michæl and me are starving-hungry: M-O-O-N that spells famished. We’d like two bags of food please… a big one for me and a smaller one for my clever, wee mouse. We’ll have some of everything please: strawberries, sunflower seeds, pears, nuts, apple… Laws, yes some of everything…
But only if this money is enough to paid you!"
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Having said her farewells to Taeth and left her to deal with her new customer, Elarith stepped out of the needlework shop. Curiosity overcame her, and she peeked back through the shop window to try to discern who the new customer was, but the woman - as it looked to be a woman - was obscured. Drat. Oh well. She straightened up, looking discretely around to see if anyone had noticed her peering through the glass, then walked away in the direction of the butcher's shop.
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Pushing the door open, Elarith flicked the sign back round to show the shop was open once again. She went to the workroom and found Blythe's apron again, slipped it on, and went back to her 'to do' list. She had plenty to be getting on with. But first she might cook herself a burger or two for lunch.
Having said her farewells to Taeth and left her to deal with her new customer, Elarith stepped out of the needlework shop. Curiosity overcame her, and she peeked back through the shop window to try to discern who the new customer was, but the woman - as it looked to be a woman - was obscured. Drat. Oh well. She straightened up, looking discretely around to see if anyone had noticed her peering through the glass, then walked away in the direction of the butcher's shop.
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Pushing the door open, Elarith flicked the sign back round to show the shop was open once again. She went to the workroom and found Blythe's apron again, slipped it on, and went back to her 'to do' list. She had plenty to be getting on with. But first she might cook herself a burger or two for lunch.
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*The flood of words that came from the girl's mouth was astonishing. Did she even draw breath? Taedwyn wondered how it was possible that she didn't or didn't need to pause to do it. He nodded in assent until there was pause enough for him to actually say something, and that question actually brought a grin to him*
Indeed I do. *He said gravely.* I have a sweet tooth. And in fact, I did just come from the sweet shop. Perhaps you would like one? *He extracted the paper cone from his bag and offered it to Bema with simple generosity.* I chose strawberry and maple for the hard candy. My favorites. Why don't you try a few?
*He'd allow her to make her selection and looked around the store and the products she had shown him.*
I would prefer a few beeswax candles without the lavender if that's possible. The scent makes my head hurt if we're inside and I have no plans to burn the candle outside unless in a lantern to go to the stables, but then I'd use the tallow for those anyhow. Do you think you have any of the candles without lavender? Beeswax by itself is much more subtle, yes? Smells almost as good as maple!
*He had inventoried the store by the time he finished. It was small, but he knew the way in, the way out, and the placement of all objects in his way. It was a habit of most fighting men, to always know the terrain. And some old habits were not easily shed..
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"Thank you, Thali!" she replied with a smile, then laughed as she asked how she managed not to get stung. "Well...I've never been the most courageous of souls...but they know me now, so they don't mind really mind me poking around." She leaned closer to her friend and lowered her voice. "But if you don't want to tell anyone so, I won't mind. I'd hate to ruin my fearsome reputation!" she joked.
Still grinning, Lail helped Thali clean up the crumbs of their small meal and set out with Thali. "Well, there isn't really much to tell. Mostly, they take care of themselves and I try to keep them happy with a good supply of flowering plants as long as I can."
They paused in the doorway and Lail gasped when @Thalionwen mentioned the Summer Festival. "Oh, I must have lost track of time! I didn't realise the festival was so close...I didn't exactly have the smoothest trip home, but I can tell you all about it another time." In fact, Lail felt there might be certain details of her journey her friend may be interested in. She had always loved the dramatics and it had certainly been that, but she wasn't quite ready to share her story yet.
"I'd very much like to go see Taethowen with you, but I'd best be on my way. I've let my aunt to work at the farm alone too long as it is." She frowned. "I've been a bit remiss in my duties of late, but I intend to change that. Shall I plan to see you at the Festival in your lovely new frock and we can trade stories of a nice cup of mead?"
"Thank you, Thali!" she replied with a smile, then laughed as she asked how she managed not to get stung. "Well...I've never been the most courageous of souls...but they know me now, so they don't mind really mind me poking around." She leaned closer to her friend and lowered her voice. "But if you don't want to tell anyone so, I won't mind. I'd hate to ruin my fearsome reputation!" she joked.
Still grinning, Lail helped Thali clean up the crumbs of their small meal and set out with Thali. "Well, there isn't really much to tell. Mostly, they take care of themselves and I try to keep them happy with a good supply of flowering plants as long as I can."
They paused in the doorway and Lail gasped when @Thalionwen mentioned the Summer Festival. "Oh, I must have lost track of time! I didn't realise the festival was so close...I didn't exactly have the smoothest trip home, but I can tell you all about it another time." In fact, Lail felt there might be certain details of her journey her friend may be interested in. She had always loved the dramatics and it had certainly been that, but she wasn't quite ready to share her story yet.
"I'd very much like to go see Taethowen with you, but I'd best be on my way. I've let my aunt to work at the farm alone too long as it is." She frowned. "I've been a bit remiss in my duties of late, but I intend to change that. Shall I plan to see you at the Festival in your lovely new frock and we can trade stories of a nice cup of mead?"
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Kissing Lail's cheek, Thali beamed at her. "I hope you have safe travels back to your aunt, and of course I'll see you at the Festival! I wouldn't miss a chance to chat for the world."
Waving goodbye to her friend, Thali carried on, with the basket of late lunch she planned to deliver over one arm. With her free hand, she dug through one pocket, pulling said hand out triumphantly as she swept in the door to
Awesnis gærwe nædleprica
"TAETHOWEN!!!" Thali sang out as she entered the shop. "I've brought you something to eat, and something to show you. Mercy!"
The last came as Thalionwen rounded a display of fabrics and nearly ran into a familiar-looking woman. She squinted, memories tugging at her until she let out a small gasp.
"Lady--Lady Bereth? Goodness, it's been a long time. You won't remember me--I'm nobody in these parts, but I know you by reputation. It's a glad day for Edoras if you've come back. But Bema's horn, where are my manners?" Thalionwen held out a hand to @Bereth in greeting. "I'm Thalionwen of the Eastfold. You don't...you don't want some lunch, do you? I've got a whole basket of bread and cheese and some plums here, and I've just been given a jar of honey. I came by to feed Taethowen--she's always forgetting to stop and have a bite--but I've got plenty for everyone, if you'd like. Oh, do say yes."
Kissing Lail's cheek, Thali beamed at her. "I hope you have safe travels back to your aunt, and of course I'll see you at the Festival! I wouldn't miss a chance to chat for the world."
Waving goodbye to her friend, Thali carried on, with the basket of late lunch she planned to deliver over one arm. With her free hand, she dug through one pocket, pulling said hand out triumphantly as she swept in the door to
Awesnis gærwe nædleprica
"TAETHOWEN!!!" Thali sang out as she entered the shop. "I've brought you something to eat, and something to show you. Mercy!"
The last came as Thalionwen rounded a display of fabrics and nearly ran into a familiar-looking woman. She squinted, memories tugging at her until she let out a small gasp.
"Lady--Lady Bereth? Goodness, it's been a long time. You won't remember me--I'm nobody in these parts, but I know you by reputation. It's a glad day for Edoras if you've come back. But Bema's horn, where are my manners?" Thalionwen held out a hand to @Bereth in greeting. "I'm Thalionwen of the Eastfold. You don't...you don't want some lunch, do you? I've got a whole basket of bread and cheese and some plums here, and I've just been given a jar of honey. I came by to feed Taethowen--she's always forgetting to stop and have a bite--but I've got plenty for everyone, if you'd like. Oh, do say yes."
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Awesnis gærwe nædleprica
She’d almost forgotten where she was, her hands gently petting and parting and pawing through the wonderful piles of textiles, something she hadn’t been able to leisurely enjoy for many seasons. She hadn’t even focused on the fact that Tae had aimed her gracious welcome towards Ber, but the loudly grumbling tummy-noise followed immediately by the breathless entrance of the ebullient woman brought an automatic gust of laughter out of Ber.
“Well timed, I’d wager! Taethowen’s stomach betrays her lack of attention to nourishment.” Taking the offered hand, she winked first at Taethowen before smiling warmly at Thalionwen, “You are a Rider of the Mark, Lass, there is no such thing as any of us being a ‘Nobody.’” Not meant whatsoever as chastisement, Ber’s face clouded fleetingly, wondering to herself how on earth so many knew of her, her absence had seemed ridiculously prolonged. But with all she couldn’t dredge up to memory, perhaps the length hadn’t been as long as she’d thought.
“Well met, Thalionwen. But I should hate to intrude on your lunch.” There was several heartbeats of hesitating, she’d so dearly love to get to know this cheerful woman, and had so looked forward to visiting with Taethowen. Her resolve crumbled as she realized how hungry her own belly was, and that even the warm bread and honey beckoned like a King’s banquet after barely surviving on her own inept cooking.
“If you’re serious, I should love to join you both. And have brought freshly picked wild berries to add to your feasting, as promised to Tae,” Turning then fully to Taethowen, “If she does not mind?”
She’d almost forgotten where she was, her hands gently petting and parting and pawing through the wonderful piles of textiles, something she hadn’t been able to leisurely enjoy for many seasons. She hadn’t even focused on the fact that Tae had aimed her gracious welcome towards Ber, but the loudly grumbling tummy-noise followed immediately by the breathless entrance of the ebullient woman brought an automatic gust of laughter out of Ber.
“Well timed, I’d wager! Taethowen’s stomach betrays her lack of attention to nourishment.” Taking the offered hand, she winked first at Taethowen before smiling warmly at Thalionwen, “You are a Rider of the Mark, Lass, there is no such thing as any of us being a ‘Nobody.’” Not meant whatsoever as chastisement, Ber’s face clouded fleetingly, wondering to herself how on earth so many knew of her, her absence had seemed ridiculously prolonged. But with all she couldn’t dredge up to memory, perhaps the length hadn’t been as long as she’d thought.
“Well met, Thalionwen. But I should hate to intrude on your lunch.” There was several heartbeats of hesitating, she’d so dearly love to get to know this cheerful woman, and had so looked forward to visiting with Taethowen. Her resolve crumbled as she realized how hungry her own belly was, and that even the warm bread and honey beckoned like a King’s banquet after barely surviving on her own inept cooking.
“If you’re serious, I should love to join you both. And have brought freshly picked wild berries to add to your feasting, as promised to Tae,” Turning then fully to Taethowen, “If she does not mind?”
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Awesnis Gærwe Nædleprica
"Dear Bema," Taethowen muttered, startled, as @Thalionwen burst into the shop fairly singing, though she couldn't hold back a chuckle as Thali rounded the bolts of fabric and almost ran into poor Lady @Bereth.
Her stomach began to grumble again as she caught the whiff of fresh bread and cheese coming from Thali's basket--and the promise of fresh honey too!--and then seeing the basket of fresh berries that Bereth carried as well.
Her mouth was fairly watering before she realized that a slightly-awkward silence had fallen over the shop, after Thali had extended the invitation to Bereth to join them. Bereth found her words before Taeth did, though, and she smiled as she answered, "Of course you are welcome to join us! To be honest, I had no idea Thali was planning to pop in, but I can think of no greater joy for today than breaking bread with two of my dearest friends!"
With that, Taeth stepped up and flipped the sign on Awesnis' door to 'Out for Supper', then ushered both women to the back of the shop, spread a ragged, moth-eaten piece of wool (the last seamstress truly had not been prudent in maintaining the shop) across the cutting table, and pulled up some stools for them to sit on.
Once they had the food spread, Taeth settled back in her seat. "Did you say you had something to show me, Thalionwen?"
"Dear Bema," Taethowen muttered, startled, as @Thalionwen burst into the shop fairly singing, though she couldn't hold back a chuckle as Thali rounded the bolts of fabric and almost ran into poor Lady @Bereth.
Her stomach began to grumble again as she caught the whiff of fresh bread and cheese coming from Thali's basket--and the promise of fresh honey too!--and then seeing the basket of fresh berries that Bereth carried as well.
Her mouth was fairly watering before she realized that a slightly-awkward silence had fallen over the shop, after Thali had extended the invitation to Bereth to join them. Bereth found her words before Taeth did, though, and she smiled as she answered, "Of course you are welcome to join us! To be honest, I had no idea Thali was planning to pop in, but I can think of no greater joy for today than breaking bread with two of my dearest friends!"
With that, Taeth stepped up and flipped the sign on Awesnis' door to 'Out for Supper', then ushered both women to the back of the shop, spread a ragged, moth-eaten piece of wool (the last seamstress truly had not been prudent in maintaining the shop) across the cutting table, and pulled up some stools for them to sit on.
Once they had the food spread, Taeth settled back in her seat. "Did you say you had something to show me, Thalionwen?"
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She smiled a little relieved at Daran's promise to send Sheemie her way, should he see the lad. She smiled at the comment to the two children (Ailura and Caddrick), her eyes followed the shopkeeper's gesture towards the bird. She watched it intently for a moment, wonder in her eyes, for she had not seen a bird like that before. As the shopkeeper returned his attention to her, Ama was brought back to her own shopping, and she smiled warmly.
«Yes, I do imagine most children will at least linger in your window... most adults too» She laughed and handed him the four copper pieces, thankful she had enough. «This should make a right treat for all of us. Thank you!»
She took the two paper cones, resisting the temptation to just try one of the candies at once. Gently she put them away in her bag.
«Well, a good day to you» She nodded to Daran and then to the children, «and a good day to you two as well!»
Then she exited the shop and returned to the streets.
The street outside of Swéte Hunig
Amadhrill took a few steps away from the door, before taking a moment to look around the streets. The lad had said the name of a shop, Leoht min fyr, was it not. Her eyes searched for the sign, noting the many shoppers, friends greeting each other in the streets, shoppers chatting and hagling around the market. She rarely went to the market, and it had been silent for so long, now it was really busling with life again.
She smiled a little relieved at Daran's promise to send Sheemie her way, should he see the lad. She smiled at the comment to the two children (Ailura and Caddrick), her eyes followed the shopkeeper's gesture towards the bird. She watched it intently for a moment, wonder in her eyes, for she had not seen a bird like that before. As the shopkeeper returned his attention to her, Ama was brought back to her own shopping, and she smiled warmly.
«Yes, I do imagine most children will at least linger in your window... most adults too» She laughed and handed him the four copper pieces, thankful she had enough. «This should make a right treat for all of us. Thank you!»
She took the two paper cones, resisting the temptation to just try one of the candies at once. Gently she put them away in her bag.
«Well, a good day to you» She nodded to Daran and then to the children, «and a good day to you two as well!»
Then she exited the shop and returned to the streets.
The street outside of Swéte Hunig
Amadhrill took a few steps away from the door, before taking a moment to look around the streets. The lad had said the name of a shop, Leoht min fyr, was it not. Her eyes searched for the sign, noting the many shoppers, friends greeting each other in the streets, shoppers chatting and hagling around the market. She rarely went to the market, and it had been silent for so long, now it was really busling with life again.
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Ye Olde Pet Shoppe
Shivased listened with amusement and interest as the lad (Sheemie) talked to himself and his mouse while he pulled out a coin purse. Her eyes widened though when he took a gold coin out of the purse. He certainly didn't look like he had gold coins on him! She quickly recovered and took the coin from him. Well, this will certainly get you a big bag, she told him with a smile. And you will still have some money left over.
Going to the pile of boxes and barrels in the corner full of things Jacen had been bringing in she sorted through until she found the right barrel. Waxed canvass lined so mice and other creatures didn't get into it, it contained the dried fruit and nut mix she had described to the lad. She found two burlap bags and a scoop and got to work, scooping what she judged to be two pounds of mix into a larger bag, and about half a pound into the smaller.
As she worked she heard the door open, the bell above it tinkling lightly. When she was done with the mix and turned around, she startled briefly. A man she didn't know stood there, along with a wolf she recognized. She turned just as the man called out to her, sneezing almost continuously, and asked if she was good with wolves. Suddenly wary though she didn't know why, she went back to where Sheemie was. Drefan, here, she called to the wolf as she went, pleased to hear the click of his claws on the wood floor as he followed.
Here you go, lad. A big bag for you, and a small bag for your mousie friend, she told Sheemie, handing him the two bags. Rummaging in her apron she pulled out two silver coins and held them out to him as well. And the money I promised would be left over. Two bright, shiny silver coins for you. Now, if you'd like, I have a blanket and a bucket of water with a dipper set on the front porch still from when I had lunch. It's nice and sunny there, and I think you'd be very comfortable while you eat.
She wasn't sure why, but she didn't trust the man who came in, and wanted to get Sheemie out of the shop. The fact that Drefan had followed the man in made him even more suspicious. The man was vaguely familiar, and she didn't know how. He was dressed in fine Gondorian garb, which in itself was odd in Rohan, especially in the marketplace. What can I do for you sir? she asked the man while she tried to remember him. Perhaps the times she spent in Gondor with her grandparents? They were upper class, and moved in some of the more elite circles. Given his clothing, she suspected she may have met him at some party or other, but couldn't tell. And it still didn't explain the unease she felt with him. Drefan here won't hurt anyone unless commanded to, so pay him no mind.
Shivased listened with amusement and interest as the lad (Sheemie) talked to himself and his mouse while he pulled out a coin purse. Her eyes widened though when he took a gold coin out of the purse. He certainly didn't look like he had gold coins on him! She quickly recovered and took the coin from him. Well, this will certainly get you a big bag, she told him with a smile. And you will still have some money left over.
Going to the pile of boxes and barrels in the corner full of things Jacen had been bringing in she sorted through until she found the right barrel. Waxed canvass lined so mice and other creatures didn't get into it, it contained the dried fruit and nut mix she had described to the lad. She found two burlap bags and a scoop and got to work, scooping what she judged to be two pounds of mix into a larger bag, and about half a pound into the smaller.
As she worked she heard the door open, the bell above it tinkling lightly. When she was done with the mix and turned around, she startled briefly. A man she didn't know stood there, along with a wolf she recognized. She turned just as the man called out to her, sneezing almost continuously, and asked if she was good with wolves. Suddenly wary though she didn't know why, she went back to where Sheemie was. Drefan, here, she called to the wolf as she went, pleased to hear the click of his claws on the wood floor as he followed.
Here you go, lad. A big bag for you, and a small bag for your mousie friend, she told Sheemie, handing him the two bags. Rummaging in her apron she pulled out two silver coins and held them out to him as well. And the money I promised would be left over. Two bright, shiny silver coins for you. Now, if you'd like, I have a blanket and a bucket of water with a dipper set on the front porch still from when I had lunch. It's nice and sunny there, and I think you'd be very comfortable while you eat.
She wasn't sure why, but she didn't trust the man who came in, and wanted to get Sheemie out of the shop. The fact that Drefan had followed the man in made him even more suspicious. The man was vaguely familiar, and she didn't know how. He was dressed in fine Gondorian garb, which in itself was odd in Rohan, especially in the marketplace. What can I do for you sir? she asked the man while she tried to remember him. Perhaps the times she spent in Gondor with her grandparents? They were upper class, and moved in some of the more elite circles. Given his clothing, she suspected she may have met him at some party or other, but couldn't tell. And it still didn't explain the unease she felt with him. Drefan here won't hurt anyone unless commanded to, so pay him no mind.
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NPC Beda
Beda could hardly believe her luck. The man (Taedwyn) had just offered her a choice of scrumptious looking sweets! Her hand darted out, a bit too eagerly she realized a moment too late, toward the proffered cone of candies. In her greed she almost forgot Mam's oft-repeated warning to never accept anything she had not earned. Such a deeply ingrained lesson could not be ignored. But the temptation was too great, and it was easy enough to rationalize that had she not, indeed, earned at least a small taste? So it was that she refrained from digging in her fingers for a handful, instead daintily selecting one each of the maple and strawberry.
"Why, thank you, kind sir!" she cried before she popped one into her mouth. "That's ever so kind of you to share." The stranger was spared another long spate of prattle as the maple candy quickly disappeared into Beda's mouth.
She started gathering up the candles he requested, though a little taken aback at his refusal of the lavender-scented beeswax ones. Could anyone who did not appreciate the smell of lavender be trusted, she wondered, though she quickly brushed the thought aside. He was willing to pay so who was she to question?
"Mmmm, you are in luck," she said, though her words were hardly distinguishable as she tried to speak around the hard candy rolling around in her mouth. She pushed aside the front row of beeswax candles to reveal a mere four that had no scent added. "Will this do? I can certainly have more for you another day. I will be sure to tell Mam to make some without the lavender."
She started wrapping up the selected candles, adding in an extra tallow since he had been so generous with his candy. "Here you are, ... Oh, so sorry, I do not know your name! Mine is Beda. Just plain Beda. Not nearly as lovely a name as our Lady Eowyn, is it?" She was wound up again, now that the candy was melting down to a more manageable size. "And your name, sir? I wager it is something valiant and distinguished!"
NPC Beda
Beda could hardly believe her luck. The man (Taedwyn) had just offered her a choice of scrumptious looking sweets! Her hand darted out, a bit too eagerly she realized a moment too late, toward the proffered cone of candies. In her greed she almost forgot Mam's oft-repeated warning to never accept anything she had not earned. Such a deeply ingrained lesson could not be ignored. But the temptation was too great, and it was easy enough to rationalize that had she not, indeed, earned at least a small taste? So it was that she refrained from digging in her fingers for a handful, instead daintily selecting one each of the maple and strawberry.
"Why, thank you, kind sir!" she cried before she popped one into her mouth. "That's ever so kind of you to share." The stranger was spared another long spate of prattle as the maple candy quickly disappeared into Beda's mouth.
She started gathering up the candles he requested, though a little taken aback at his refusal of the lavender-scented beeswax ones. Could anyone who did not appreciate the smell of lavender be trusted, she wondered, though she quickly brushed the thought aside. He was willing to pay so who was she to question?
"Mmmm, you are in luck," she said, though her words were hardly distinguishable as she tried to speak around the hard candy rolling around in her mouth. She pushed aside the front row of beeswax candles to reveal a mere four that had no scent added. "Will this do? I can certainly have more for you another day. I will be sure to tell Mam to make some without the lavender."
She started wrapping up the selected candles, adding in an extra tallow since he had been so generous with his candy. "Here you are, ... Oh, so sorry, I do not know your name! Mine is Beda. Just plain Beda. Not nearly as lovely a name as our Lady Eowyn, is it?" She was wound up again, now that the candy was melting down to a more manageable size. "And your name, sir? I wager it is something valiant and distinguished!"
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Ye Olde Pet Shoppe: NPC: Sheemie Rheus and his curious mouse:
Sheemie beamed as the shoppe-m’lady (@Shivased) placed two bags of treats on the counter; his smile widened as she handed him two silvers in change. Michæl showed his appreciation by hopping atop the larger of the treat totes and sitting upright. “Wait a bit,” Sheemie tooted at his friend. “A picnic outdoors like the m’lady suggests sounds right fine and dandy – laws, yes.”
The lad offered the shop-keep a deep bow, seized up the bags (and Michæl) and hurried outdoors. He opened the purse to stow his silver coins and noticed something tucked in the crumpled folds at its base. A paper! A paper with writing on it he saw as he unfolded it. I’ll have to ask the m’lady to read it for…
Asking the lady was out of the question, Sheemie saw she was busy with another customer. But, that was not the problem, lawks, no. The problem was the large wolf standing in her shoppe. Sheemie was mighty afraid of wolves, and more so now he had a wee mouse with him. A wolf would surely gobble Michæl up!
He found himself wandering down the street again; Michæl balanced on the food bag like a sailor in a crow’s nest. Presently he found himself before the stoep of the two shops they’d visited earlier; one all shabby and fall-me-down, the other with its new sign and open door.
Sheemie hurried up the steps to the second – P’haps someone here could help him read the paper? – and stepped into Leoht Min Fyr. A man was standing over by a counter, from behind the counter Sheemie heard a voice (@Eléowyn) he recognised – one he’d heard too long ago.
“Beda?” the lad hooted. “Is that you, Beda-sweoster? Sheemie’s here, laws yes! And his wee mouse, Michæl... We needs your help when you done with your customer…”
Sheemie beamed as the shoppe-m’lady (@Shivased) placed two bags of treats on the counter; his smile widened as she handed him two silvers in change. Michæl showed his appreciation by hopping atop the larger of the treat totes and sitting upright. “Wait a bit,” Sheemie tooted at his friend. “A picnic outdoors like the m’lady suggests sounds right fine and dandy – laws, yes.”
The lad offered the shop-keep a deep bow, seized up the bags (and Michæl) and hurried outdoors. He opened the purse to stow his silver coins and noticed something tucked in the crumpled folds at its base. A paper! A paper with writing on it he saw as he unfolded it. I’ll have to ask the m’lady to read it for…
Asking the lady was out of the question, Sheemie saw she was busy with another customer. But, that was not the problem, lawks, no. The problem was the large wolf standing in her shoppe. Sheemie was mighty afraid of wolves, and more so now he had a wee mouse with him. A wolf would surely gobble Michæl up!
He found himself wandering down the street again; Michæl balanced on the food bag like a sailor in a crow’s nest. Presently he found himself before the stoep of the two shops they’d visited earlier; one all shabby and fall-me-down, the other with its new sign and open door.
Sheemie hurried up the steps to the second – P’haps someone here could help him read the paper? – and stepped into Leoht Min Fyr. A man was standing over by a counter, from behind the counter Sheemie heard a voice (@Eléowyn) he recognised – one he’d heard too long ago.
“Beda?” the lad hooted. “Is that you, Beda-sweoster? Sheemie’s here, laws yes! And his wee mouse, Michæl... We needs your help when you done with your customer…”
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*He grinned easily at the eagerness, the hesitation, and then the selection of just two, reading her as if she was an open book, a child's ability to hide her feelings severely limited and he was good with people. Mostly. For some reason he had the impression that the owner of the sweet shop had not been too fond of him. Ah well, that was.. a personal indulgence and not THAT important.*
I am glad you enjoy them, lass. And I am glad of your ability to help me out. It's strange, isn't it? I like the scent well enough, but after a while my head starts to hurt and I need fresh air. *He said it as if it was a weakness that made him feel less about himself, almost as if confessing a secret.* And I am grateful indeed for the fact that you have four.
*He calculated inwardly. It would mean only one available for testing, maybe one and a half, but hopefully that would be enough. And if the test went awry he could get more.* This will do nicely. *He added, accepting the candles from her after she wrapped them.*
I would not feel so shamed about your name, Beda. It's a good, strong rohirric name. I am certain it will guide you to much wisdom, seeing how you are already managing the store quite well. My name is Taedwyn, at your service. I have to head out but.. if I go now, I'll end up all these sweets by myself and then regret it by dinner time. Considering you helped me so well, you might want to take a few?
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Leoht Min Fyr
NPC Beda
"Sheemie!" Beda cried upon hearing the familiar voice. "Hold on, I will be with you in a moment. I am just finishing up with this nice man."
Beda turned back to Taedwyn, but not without a fleeting selfish thought. Now I will have to share my second sweet with him, she thought regretfully. But she pushed the uncharitable thought aside; after all, Sheemie was like her big brother, and family looked out for one another.
Almost as if he had read her mind, the man soon was offering her another opportunity for more sweets. She hesitated; oh how she wanted to, but she knew that being greedy sometimes led to bad things. "I will just take one for my friend," she replied finally, wondering as she reached into the paper cone which flavor Sheemie would like. She could have asked, but that might lead to a long hesitation on his part while he decided, and would inevitably end with his spelling out M-O-O-N for whichever flavor he chose. Maple it is then, she decided, and pulled out the largest one she could see.
"Well, thank you, again, kind sir ... Taedwyn ... Is there anything else I can help you with today?" Her loquaciousness was suddenly gone, for now she was thinking about whatever Sheemie could need her help with.
It was only then that she noticed the mouse perched on the bag that Sheemie was holding, having somehow missed the introduction when Sheemie first entered. She stifled back a shriek. She did not like mice, but she was not about to let Sheemie know that.
NPC Beda
"Sheemie!" Beda cried upon hearing the familiar voice. "Hold on, I will be with you in a moment. I am just finishing up with this nice man."
Beda turned back to Taedwyn, but not without a fleeting selfish thought. Now I will have to share my second sweet with him, she thought regretfully. But she pushed the uncharitable thought aside; after all, Sheemie was like her big brother, and family looked out for one another.
Almost as if he had read her mind, the man soon was offering her another opportunity for more sweets. She hesitated; oh how she wanted to, but she knew that being greedy sometimes led to bad things. "I will just take one for my friend," she replied finally, wondering as she reached into the paper cone which flavor Sheemie would like. She could have asked, but that might lead to a long hesitation on his part while he decided, and would inevitably end with his spelling out M-O-O-N for whichever flavor he chose. Maple it is then, she decided, and pulled out the largest one she could see.
"Well, thank you, again, kind sir ... Taedwyn ... Is there anything else I can help you with today?" Her loquaciousness was suddenly gone, for now she was thinking about whatever Sheemie could need her help with.
It was only then that she noticed the mouse perched on the bag that Sheemie was holding, having somehow missed the introduction when Sheemie first entered. She stifled back a shriek. She did not like mice, but she was not about to let Sheemie know that.
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Seated around the cutting table with Lady Bereth and Taethowen, with good food spread out before them, Thalionwen felt a glow of satisfaction. This was just like old times--friends, food and an exciting event just around the corner. In answer to Taeth's question, Thali slipped a painfully gaudy and ornate gold bracelet from her wrist and dropped it on the cutting table with a loud thunk.
"I recently received this from an...admirer..." she said, beaming at the thought. "I was hoping you could make me a gown to--well, not match it, precisely, but compliment it. Or distract from it. For Summer Festival. I know a whole new gown is a bit costly and there's not much time left, but I can pay up front."
Thali dropped a fistful of large, oddly-marked coins on the tabletop alongside the bracelet. "That should be enough to cover whatever you think would look pretty! Oh, but it should be pretty and black. I especially want something black. But also not too hot for midsummer. I'm sure you can come up with something, and I think you've still got my measurements--they haven't really changed."
Breezily, she turned to Lady Bereth. "Will you be staying in Edoras for the Festival, my lady? I certainly hope so, it's going to be excellent fun. Perhaps I could stand you a cup of mead at fairgrounds, if you plan to be there?"
Seated around the cutting table with Lady Bereth and Taethowen, with good food spread out before them, Thalionwen felt a glow of satisfaction. This was just like old times--friends, food and an exciting event just around the corner. In answer to Taeth's question, Thali slipped a painfully gaudy and ornate gold bracelet from her wrist and dropped it on the cutting table with a loud thunk.
"I recently received this from an...admirer..." she said, beaming at the thought. "I was hoping you could make me a gown to--well, not match it, precisely, but compliment it. Or distract from it. For Summer Festival. I know a whole new gown is a bit costly and there's not much time left, but I can pay up front."
Thali dropped a fistful of large, oddly-marked coins on the tabletop alongside the bracelet. "That should be enough to cover whatever you think would look pretty! Oh, but it should be pretty and black. I especially want something black. But also not too hot for midsummer. I'm sure you can come up with something, and I think you've still got my measurements--they haven't really changed."
Breezily, she turned to Lady Bereth. "Will you be staying in Edoras for the Festival, my lady? I certainly hope so, it's going to be excellent fun. Perhaps I could stand you a cup of mead at fairgrounds, if you plan to be there?"
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Swéte Hunig
~ Caddrick and Ailura
Caddrick beamed when Daran had gestured to Leol. The teen approached, then stroked the feathers of the bird's neck, gently, with the parcel of cheese tucked under his arm, and the coin pouches held in the other. "What's it like to fly?" He mused, quietly to the bird, who of course could not answer him. He wondered what the mccaw would say, if his words were more than mimics of what he heard people say. Caddrick also fell into his day dream of flying high like a bird. He never told any one of this fantasy, well except Leol here.
While he did that, Ailura perked up at the mention of strawberry tarts. She made her way to the back and plucked one from where it rested. She smelled it, and then savored every nibble. She did not care what her Grandmother said about the baker in Minas Tirith, or fancy elven treats, Daran had the best treats by far. The fancy man at the inn was in for a real delight, worth more than the coins he was giving. Not that she'd had too many treats from others, in her 10 short years.
Caddrick then looked back toward the shopkeep and his customer as she said her goodbyes to them."Fare thee well!" He stepped away from the bird. "I wish I could stay and speak with Leol all day. However, a nobleman back at the inn sent us to get some of your finest chocolate. What do you have, today, Daran? And can your wrap it quick, before Ailura eats all your strawberry tarts and sets her sights on them?" He teased, loud enough that he hoped the younger girl would hear him.
She came out to join them, a satisfied look on her face. "Also, do you want Caddrick to make you a new sign for the shop? He is really good with the wood working. Maybe he could make Leol a fancy new stand?" The teen was about to tell his sister to butt out, but really he would not mind the job, if Daran wanted it done. It would keep him busy, and out of the inn for a day at least. Some delicate carving was always a good way of grounding his mind. It could be just what he needed, aside from needing to get the cheese and chocolate to the nobleman before they melted.
~ Caddrick and Ailura
Caddrick beamed when Daran had gestured to Leol. The teen approached, then stroked the feathers of the bird's neck, gently, with the parcel of cheese tucked under his arm, and the coin pouches held in the other. "What's it like to fly?" He mused, quietly to the bird, who of course could not answer him. He wondered what the mccaw would say, if his words were more than mimics of what he heard people say. Caddrick also fell into his day dream of flying high like a bird. He never told any one of this fantasy, well except Leol here.
While he did that, Ailura perked up at the mention of strawberry tarts. She made her way to the back and plucked one from where it rested. She smelled it, and then savored every nibble. She did not care what her Grandmother said about the baker in Minas Tirith, or fancy elven treats, Daran had the best treats by far. The fancy man at the inn was in for a real delight, worth more than the coins he was giving. Not that she'd had too many treats from others, in her 10 short years.
Caddrick then looked back toward the shopkeep and his customer as she said her goodbyes to them."Fare thee well!" He stepped away from the bird. "I wish I could stay and speak with Leol all day. However, a nobleman back at the inn sent us to get some of your finest chocolate. What do you have, today, Daran? And can your wrap it quick, before Ailura eats all your strawberry tarts and sets her sights on them?" He teased, loud enough that he hoped the younger girl would hear him.
She came out to join them, a satisfied look on her face. "Also, do you want Caddrick to make you a new sign for the shop? He is really good with the wood working. Maybe he could make Leol a fancy new stand?" The teen was about to tell his sister to butt out, but really he would not mind the job, if Daran wanted it done. It would keep him busy, and out of the inn for a day at least. Some delicate carving was always a good way of grounding his mind. It could be just what he needed, aside from needing to get the cheese and chocolate to the nobleman before they melted.
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Ye Old Pet Shoppe
Rhainnyn sneezed again, but was grateful when the woman pulled the wolf away from him. 'Uh… No--- ACHOO! madam. I was really only trying to dodge a wolf. I don't exactly have a good-- ACHOO history with them. I'll just be g-- ACHOO! going now.' The words made Drefan growl and instinctively the wolf blocked his way out again. GREAT! He lost his chance to escape. He really needed to get out of here.
He had yet to really look at the woman, but his senses were tingling, and he knew she was trying to place him. So that meant the woman had to be somehow related to Rowena. Which meant more reason for him to get away from this place, as if it being a pet shop wasn't bad enough. He wanted to lay somewhat low-profile, as he didn't want to let Rowena know he was in Rohan just yet.
The woman was a Marshal, and that meant now more than ever she had friends in high places, and that could pose problems for his plans. He had to at least make it to the Westfold before she found out he was present in Rohan. That way his action would already be in place even if he was caught. He finally decided to look up though at the shopkeep, and immediately recognized her. It was the First Marshal of the Mark and Rowena's best friend. Well this day just kept getting better and better. Of course that thought was laced with sarcasm. 'ACHOO!' He took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose with it, and then kept holding it against his nose, since it was clear the damned wolf wasn't going to let him go anywhere any time soon.
Drefan kept snarling as if challenging Rhainnyn to try and leave the shop. The wolf was actually really smart, and knew that eventually Shivased would figure out why he didn't trust Rhainnyn and why he was insisting on making sure the man stayed being tortured in her shop.
'Mr. Wolf-- PLEASE let me ACHOO go…' Rhainnyn pleaded. He had to get out before Shivased processed that he looked a lot like his father who was sitting in the dungeons at Helm's Deep. He knew for a fact the moment she processed who he was, he'd be getting the third degree and interrogated endlessly. Ellenweorcs and Volorwins didn't get along in the slightest. Well more of, the Ellenweorcs didn't get along with them. He of course was a perfectly fine specimen of a being that liked the Ellenweorcs, as long as they played by the rules. Which meant, Rowena WAS going to become a Volorwin whether she liked it or not. She WOULD become his mother like it or not.
Drefan seemed to read Rhainnyn's mind, and his snarling grew harsher, threatening to turn to a howl. He started to circle the man, becoming even more imposing than he already was. He was not about to let this man escape by any means. Not unless it was back to Gondor. His nose picked up an unusual scent on the man's person though. One he was well familiar with. Rowena's bags smelled of it when he'd first met her. And ocassionally they still did. She was frequently doing research on the poison that had nearly killed her, and been the reason for so many deaths of those close to her.
So Drefan did what any reasonable wolf would do. Search for and eliminate the threat. He clawed at the man's pants, smelling the source of the poison from his pockets. When the man moved away trying to dodge him, he persisted, and this time he did howl.
'GET THIS INFERNAL BEAST AWAY FROM ME!'
Ye Old Pet Shoppe
Rhainnyn sneezed again, but was grateful when the woman pulled the wolf away from him. 'Uh… No--- ACHOO! madam. I was really only trying to dodge a wolf. I don't exactly have a good-- ACHOO history with them. I'll just be g-- ACHOO! going now.' The words made Drefan growl and instinctively the wolf blocked his way out again. GREAT! He lost his chance to escape. He really needed to get out of here.
He had yet to really look at the woman, but his senses were tingling, and he knew she was trying to place him. So that meant the woman had to be somehow related to Rowena. Which meant more reason for him to get away from this place, as if it being a pet shop wasn't bad enough. He wanted to lay somewhat low-profile, as he didn't want to let Rowena know he was in Rohan just yet.
The woman was a Marshal, and that meant now more than ever she had friends in high places, and that could pose problems for his plans. He had to at least make it to the Westfold before she found out he was present in Rohan. That way his action would already be in place even if he was caught. He finally decided to look up though at the shopkeep, and immediately recognized her. It was the First Marshal of the Mark and Rowena's best friend. Well this day just kept getting better and better. Of course that thought was laced with sarcasm. 'ACHOO!' He took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose with it, and then kept holding it against his nose, since it was clear the damned wolf wasn't going to let him go anywhere any time soon.
Drefan kept snarling as if challenging Rhainnyn to try and leave the shop. The wolf was actually really smart, and knew that eventually Shivased would figure out why he didn't trust Rhainnyn and why he was insisting on making sure the man stayed being tortured in her shop.
'Mr. Wolf-- PLEASE let me ACHOO go…' Rhainnyn pleaded. He had to get out before Shivased processed that he looked a lot like his father who was sitting in the dungeons at Helm's Deep. He knew for a fact the moment she processed who he was, he'd be getting the third degree and interrogated endlessly. Ellenweorcs and Volorwins didn't get along in the slightest. Well more of, the Ellenweorcs didn't get along with them. He of course was a perfectly fine specimen of a being that liked the Ellenweorcs, as long as they played by the rules. Which meant, Rowena WAS going to become a Volorwin whether she liked it or not. She WOULD become his mother like it or not.
Drefan seemed to read Rhainnyn's mind, and his snarling grew harsher, threatening to turn to a howl. He started to circle the man, becoming even more imposing than he already was. He was not about to let this man escape by any means. Not unless it was back to Gondor. His nose picked up an unusual scent on the man's person though. One he was well familiar with. Rowena's bags smelled of it when he'd first met her. And ocassionally they still did. She was frequently doing research on the poison that had nearly killed her, and been the reason for so many deaths of those close to her.
So Drefan did what any reasonable wolf would do. Search for and eliminate the threat. He clawed at the man's pants, smelling the source of the poison from his pockets. When the man moved away trying to dodge him, he persisted, and this time he did howl.
'GET THIS INFERNAL BEAST AWAY FROM ME!'
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Ye Olde Pet Shoppe
Shivased was a little surprised when the man said he had no business in her shop, but had just been trying to get away from the wolf. She glanced at Drefan, her eyes narrowing imperceptibly, but keeping the exterior of a friendly shopkeeper. Drefan didn't just follow people. And the man saying he didn't get along with wolves.....what Gondorian gentleman had any interaction with wolves, let alone enough to know he didn't get along with them?
The man tried to leave, but Drefan stopped him, which was even more odd. Had the wolf herded the man here? It wouldn't surprise her, he was extremely intelligent. She took a closer look at him as he begged Drefan to let him go, and noted he still was very familiar. The fine features.....it hit her and she had to work very hard to hide her reaction. She knew who he was, or at least highly suspected it. The man's father currently languished in the Dungeons at Helm's Deep; there was suspicion this man had been involved, but no proof. Just suspicion.
She could tell the exact moment that he recognized her, when he looked up at her, taking all his attention off Drefan for long enough to see who he was talking to. She kept her own features carefully schooled, not wanting to let him know he was recognized as well. I'm sorry you've had the unfortunate opportunity to visit me, with allergies like yours. she told him with a smile. Other than a few commands, Drefan ignores me. I'm just the interesting shopkeeper next door that gives him treats once in a while. But my brother can fetch someone to get rid of him for you, so that you may continue on your way.
She kept her tone even as she casually made her way to the counter, hoping he interpreted her actions as going to get her brother. Which she in part was. But besides that, her sword was in the corner, leaning against the wall out of sight of the main shop. She didn't wear it when in the shop, and was regretting that. Just give me a minute to find the lad. Last I saw he was putting stores away in back. Reaching the counter she ducked through the door to the back room, grabbing her sword as she went and quickly buckling it on. Jacen looked up from the stores he was sorting and his eyes widened, but she shushed him with a finger on her lips. Follow me, and do as I say. Go get Rhys from his shop, tell him Cuthbert's son is in my shop. Drefan appears to have herded him in here and seems to be very interested in something he is carrying. Then go find the Cavalry patrol and bring them here. I may need them to take this man to the Dragon Room. Be friendly and announce you'll get someone to deal with the wolf, but don't say who.
Jacen nodded and hurried out the front door of the shop, squeezing by the man and the wolf. Westu hal, sir! he called as he went by. I'll go get someone to take Drefan away, we're sorry he's bothered you! Once the boy was gone, Shivased quietly drew her sword as she stepped back into the main shop with the man as he shouted to get the wolf away from him. Drefan still prevented him from leaving, she saw with satisfaction. She kept her sword held in a relaxed position at her side, showing she wasn't going to attack, but was prepared just in case. The sword also gave weight to her next words.
I think the wolf is good where he is, and so are you for a few more minutes, she told the man. She didn't bother to give him a chance to react to this new situation. In the name of the King and under my authority as First Marshal of the Mark, you are being held for questioning related to the activities of your father, Cuthbert.
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It wasn't as surprise to Daran where the two children went when he suggested what they could do while they wait. He knew them enough to know what to suggest in order to occupy them for a few minutes. When the customer left he turned to find Caddrick talking to Leol, and grinned. He would need to talk to his sister about getting the lad a bird. Perhaps around Mettare they could speak to Rhys about it.
Chocolate? he asked when told what their request was. I'm not sure I even have any. Not with the marketplace being closed for so long. But let me check what I might have. He had received a shipment of goods from the traders he used, but couldn't remember if chocolate was part of it. Going to the back room he did a quick search of the crates, pleased when he came up with a large brick of fine dark chocolate, as well as a sack of cocoa beans he would use later to make milk chocolate and cocoa powder. He also grabbed four strawberry tarts, added some gumdrops and hard candies and brought it all to the front and set it on the counter.
I'm afraid I have to say no to the new sign, and the new stand for Leol, he told Caddrick and Ailura as he began chipping off some of the chocolate to be put into a paper bag. The sign was made by the last owner and I promised them it would remain. And the stand..... he paused, thinking of the woman he had loved and who had almost become his wife. Well, it was painted by someone special and I would not want to change it.
Filling the paper bag with chocolate he handed it to Caddrick. This Gondorian man must have a sweet tooth. My best Chocolate is not cheap. It will cost him six silver pieces. He held out the package of strawberry tarts and treats to Ailura with a wink. Make sure you share with your brother, and don't tell your mother!
Shivased was a little surprised when the man said he had no business in her shop, but had just been trying to get away from the wolf. She glanced at Drefan, her eyes narrowing imperceptibly, but keeping the exterior of a friendly shopkeeper. Drefan didn't just follow people. And the man saying he didn't get along with wolves.....what Gondorian gentleman had any interaction with wolves, let alone enough to know he didn't get along with them?
The man tried to leave, but Drefan stopped him, which was even more odd. Had the wolf herded the man here? It wouldn't surprise her, he was extremely intelligent. She took a closer look at him as he begged Drefan to let him go, and noted he still was very familiar. The fine features.....it hit her and she had to work very hard to hide her reaction. She knew who he was, or at least highly suspected it. The man's father currently languished in the Dungeons at Helm's Deep; there was suspicion this man had been involved, but no proof. Just suspicion.
She could tell the exact moment that he recognized her, when he looked up at her, taking all his attention off Drefan for long enough to see who he was talking to. She kept her own features carefully schooled, not wanting to let him know he was recognized as well. I'm sorry you've had the unfortunate opportunity to visit me, with allergies like yours. she told him with a smile. Other than a few commands, Drefan ignores me. I'm just the interesting shopkeeper next door that gives him treats once in a while. But my brother can fetch someone to get rid of him for you, so that you may continue on your way.
She kept her tone even as she casually made her way to the counter, hoping he interpreted her actions as going to get her brother. Which she in part was. But besides that, her sword was in the corner, leaning against the wall out of sight of the main shop. She didn't wear it when in the shop, and was regretting that. Just give me a minute to find the lad. Last I saw he was putting stores away in back. Reaching the counter she ducked through the door to the back room, grabbing her sword as she went and quickly buckling it on. Jacen looked up from the stores he was sorting and his eyes widened, but she shushed him with a finger on her lips. Follow me, and do as I say. Go get Rhys from his shop, tell him Cuthbert's son is in my shop. Drefan appears to have herded him in here and seems to be very interested in something he is carrying. Then go find the Cavalry patrol and bring them here. I may need them to take this man to the Dragon Room. Be friendly and announce you'll get someone to deal with the wolf, but don't say who.
Jacen nodded and hurried out the front door of the shop, squeezing by the man and the wolf. Westu hal, sir! he called as he went by. I'll go get someone to take Drefan away, we're sorry he's bothered you! Once the boy was gone, Shivased quietly drew her sword as she stepped back into the main shop with the man as he shouted to get the wolf away from him. Drefan still prevented him from leaving, she saw with satisfaction. She kept her sword held in a relaxed position at her side, showing she wasn't going to attack, but was prepared just in case. The sword also gave weight to her next words.
I think the wolf is good where he is, and so are you for a few more minutes, she told the man. She didn't bother to give him a chance to react to this new situation. In the name of the King and under my authority as First Marshal of the Mark, you are being held for questioning related to the activities of your father, Cuthbert.
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It wasn't as surprise to Daran where the two children went when he suggested what they could do while they wait. He knew them enough to know what to suggest in order to occupy them for a few minutes. When the customer left he turned to find Caddrick talking to Leol, and grinned. He would need to talk to his sister about getting the lad a bird. Perhaps around Mettare they could speak to Rhys about it.
Chocolate? he asked when told what their request was. I'm not sure I even have any. Not with the marketplace being closed for so long. But let me check what I might have. He had received a shipment of goods from the traders he used, but couldn't remember if chocolate was part of it. Going to the back room he did a quick search of the crates, pleased when he came up with a large brick of fine dark chocolate, as well as a sack of cocoa beans he would use later to make milk chocolate and cocoa powder. He also grabbed four strawberry tarts, added some gumdrops and hard candies and brought it all to the front and set it on the counter.
I'm afraid I have to say no to the new sign, and the new stand for Leol, he told Caddrick and Ailura as he began chipping off some of the chocolate to be put into a paper bag. The sign was made by the last owner and I promised them it would remain. And the stand..... he paused, thinking of the woman he had loved and who had almost become his wife. Well, it was painted by someone special and I would not want to change it.
Filling the paper bag with chocolate he handed it to Caddrick. This Gondorian man must have a sweet tooth. My best Chocolate is not cheap. It will cost him six silver pieces. He held out the package of strawberry tarts and treats to Ailura with a wink. Make sure you share with your brother, and don't tell your mother!
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~ Caddrick and Ailura
Daran stated that he was not sure he even had chocolate, and Caddrick cringed. He held his breath while Daran looked, and was able to let out a large sigh of relief when he did return with chocolate in hand. Phew. He was not sure how the noble would have acted if they returned without the things he had requested. Their Ma, Jakiewyn, wouldn't have been too thrilled herself. Though she would be more understanding than others of noble gondorian decent, with all her time spent in Rohan by now.
Ailura gave an exaggerated pout when Daran said no to her suggestion of letting Caddrick fix up some things for him. Before she could make more suggestions though, her brother spoke for himself. "I can also do repairs in the fashion that they already are, if you ever need it in the future. You know how to get a hold of me if you think of anything such." He nodded, putting his hand on his sister's shoulder, encouraging her to let the topic drop for now.
Caddrick shifted the parcel of cheese and the coin pouches so that he could hold the bag of chocolate, and easier reach into the pouch that belonged to the noble. He pulled out a few gold pieces before finding the 6 silvers that he was looking for. "This fella just wants the fanciest things he can find. I think he is trying to impress someone, though we're not sure whom." He handed over the coins, with a shrug. "I think he was trying to impress Ma. Not that any one other than Pa could ever do that." Ailura stated matter of factly, as she peered into her package of treats. "These are definitely never making it home!" She exclaimed, grinning up at both Daran and her brother. "Should keep us from eating this "Shire Cheese" and the chocolate, too. Well, we best be getting back. That noble fella is waiting on these. Most nobles are not known for patience. Thanks, Daran. I'd shake your hand, but uh..." He kind of gestured with the packaged in his hands. Ailura on the other hand threw her arms around the shop keeper. "THANK YOU!" "See you next time, Leol!" He called before heading out the door.
They stepped outside just in time to see Jacen run to their Pa's shop. They both gave each other a curious look, and Caddrick also noticed that Drefan was not out front of Aunt Rowena's shop any more. Not that it was odd for the wolf to just go where ever it felt like. He noticed none the less. "Should we go pester Aunt Rowena and Uncle Audley before we go back?" He winked at Ailura, and she grinned before skipping off in the direction of Ffermgardd Adref
~ Caddrick and Ailura
Daran stated that he was not sure he even had chocolate, and Caddrick cringed. He held his breath while Daran looked, and was able to let out a large sigh of relief when he did return with chocolate in hand. Phew. He was not sure how the noble would have acted if they returned without the things he had requested. Their Ma, Jakiewyn, wouldn't have been too thrilled herself. Though she would be more understanding than others of noble gondorian decent, with all her time spent in Rohan by now.
Ailura gave an exaggerated pout when Daran said no to her suggestion of letting Caddrick fix up some things for him. Before she could make more suggestions though, her brother spoke for himself. "I can also do repairs in the fashion that they already are, if you ever need it in the future. You know how to get a hold of me if you think of anything such." He nodded, putting his hand on his sister's shoulder, encouraging her to let the topic drop for now.
Caddrick shifted the parcel of cheese and the coin pouches so that he could hold the bag of chocolate, and easier reach into the pouch that belonged to the noble. He pulled out a few gold pieces before finding the 6 silvers that he was looking for. "This fella just wants the fanciest things he can find. I think he is trying to impress someone, though we're not sure whom." He handed over the coins, with a shrug. "I think he was trying to impress Ma. Not that any one other than Pa could ever do that." Ailura stated matter of factly, as she peered into her package of treats. "These are definitely never making it home!" She exclaimed, grinning up at both Daran and her brother. "Should keep us from eating this "Shire Cheese" and the chocolate, too. Well, we best be getting back. That noble fella is waiting on these. Most nobles are not known for patience. Thanks, Daran. I'd shake your hand, but uh..." He kind of gestured with the packaged in his hands. Ailura on the other hand threw her arms around the shop keeper. "THANK YOU!" "See you next time, Leol!" He called before heading out the door.
They stepped outside just in time to see Jacen run to their Pa's shop. They both gave each other a curious look, and Caddrick also noticed that Drefan was not out front of Aunt Rowena's shop any more. Not that it was odd for the wolf to just go where ever it felt like. He noticed none the less. "Should we go pester Aunt Rowena and Uncle Audley before we go back?" He winked at Ailura, and she grinned before skipping off in the direction of Ffermgardd Adref
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Leoht Min Fyr: NPC: Sheemie Rheus and his curious mouse, Michæl:
Sheemie heard Beda’s voice falter as she dealt with her customer.
It’s because she’s dixtracted by that howling, he thought, as a distant yammering sound rolled up the street outside. No, not dixtracted… Scared, scared stiff as a board… M-O-O-N that spelled PETRIFIED!
The bulky lad hesitated a while longer in the doorway. Of course Beda had something to be scared of: the man at the counter (Tædwyn) might have sweets to offer, but he reminded the Sheemster just a bit too much of another candy-offering feller they’d once encountered in this very shop!
“Hi-ho, Sweoster!” he hooted, trying to feel brave as he stepped forward. Michæl was braver than Sheemie. Not even bothering to give the scary-looking customer a second glance, he whizzed across the counter and leapt atop the hunk of maple-candy clutched in Beda’s hand.
Sheemie heard Beda’s voice falter as she dealt with her customer.
It’s because she’s dixtracted by that howling, he thought, as a distant yammering sound rolled up the street outside. No, not dixtracted… Scared, scared stiff as a board… M-O-O-N that spelled PETRIFIED!
The bulky lad hesitated a while longer in the doorway. Of course Beda had something to be scared of: the man at the counter (Tædwyn) might have sweets to offer, but he reminded the Sheemster just a bit too much of another candy-offering feller they’d once encountered in this very shop!
“Hi-ho, Sweoster!” he hooted, trying to feel brave as he stepped forward. Michæl was braver than Sheemie. Not even bothering to give the scary-looking customer a second glance, he whizzed across the counter and leapt atop the hunk of maple-candy clutched in Beda’s hand.
