69th of Autumn, 513AV
To say the houses of the Magnolia Web were displeased would be like saying the sky was green. It was not only idiotic it was preposterous. Currently their houses were spattered will a healthy dose of dye, making grotesque shapes that could be mistaken for bodies. The words were smudges of sickly green that looked more like crudely drawn squiggles.
They were not the first house to be vandalized, and Sosicly doubted they were the last. But trickling along the back bone of anger was a sense of relief she denied fruitlessly. Was it better to be marked than unmarked? There was talk of who the culprit could be. There was talk of who was a victim and who was not. But none of it was surprising.
"Bittaly, you will go report the incident..." she waited, "seeing as you are incapable of actual work."
Sosicly gave him an unimpressed looked and shouldered her knapsack. With more force than needed she yank the road from his hand, and fell away.
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The Sac was always busy with something or other but rarely had it this many people since that previous Spring. There were only a few other Webs present, some complaining quite vocally about how the Ochya had yet to catch the culprit. There seemed to be little order to the group. Just people rattling out irritably the damage and demanding compensation or someone to blame.
Sosicly stood at the back and waited, writing out her response and curious as to how Vass was dealing with it. The older Sym as pinched as ever, but there was a tiredness around it as well.
"Why even bother with this farce? Just round up the Esterians since their houses seem to be so clean!"
"What happens when it gets worse? You have no suspects!"
The voices crowded one over the other in a defining chorus of growing agitation. Sosicly found herself stepping backward towards the wall, using the not quite smooth surface she hoisted herself up a bit to see precisely everything going on.
She couldn't place the Webs of everyone but it was obvious everyone new who was not present. Now she better understood why her brother was not present. His house was distinctly missing any damage. She groaned silently at the implications, and wondered how much longer before the Ochya decided to simply tell everyone to get out.
Skidding down the wall, she strode up the front and slapped her book on the table in front of Vass. He looked at her, then the paper, then back again with a short nod.
"They even attack the Moth Queens Web. Next they will be breaking into the ruling couples Web!" A hand supportively squeezed her shoulder though she didn't recognize the speaker, and shifted away with a minute smile to write. Flashing it to the nearest people.
Perhaps we should start a clean up? The Ochya will catch them or they will slip up.
"Before or after someone is hurt?" Another voice chimed, though it seemed less panicky now and more angry. Sosicly wasn't sure what was worse.
They were not the first house to be vandalized, and Sosicly doubted they were the last. But trickling along the back bone of anger was a sense of relief she denied fruitlessly. Was it better to be marked than unmarked? There was talk of who the culprit could be. There was talk of who was a victim and who was not. But none of it was surprising.
"Bittaly, you will go report the incident..." she waited, "seeing as you are incapable of actual work."
Sosicly gave him an unimpressed looked and shouldered her knapsack. With more force than needed she yank the road from his hand, and fell away.
--
The Sac was always busy with something or other but rarely had it this many people since that previous Spring. There were only a few other Webs present, some complaining quite vocally about how the Ochya had yet to catch the culprit. There seemed to be little order to the group. Just people rattling out irritably the damage and demanding compensation or someone to blame.
Sosicly stood at the back and waited, writing out her response and curious as to how Vass was dealing with it. The older Sym as pinched as ever, but there was a tiredness around it as well.
"Why even bother with this farce? Just round up the Esterians since their houses seem to be so clean!"
"What happens when it gets worse? You have no suspects!"
The voices crowded one over the other in a defining chorus of growing agitation. Sosicly found herself stepping backward towards the wall, using the not quite smooth surface she hoisted herself up a bit to see precisely everything going on.
She couldn't place the Webs of everyone but it was obvious everyone new who was not present. Now she better understood why her brother was not present. His house was distinctly missing any damage. She groaned silently at the implications, and wondered how much longer before the Ochya decided to simply tell everyone to get out.
Skidding down the wall, she strode up the front and slapped her book on the table in front of Vass. He looked at her, then the paper, then back again with a short nod.
"They even attack the Moth Queens Web. Next they will be breaking into the ruling couples Web!" A hand supportively squeezed her shoulder though she didn't recognize the speaker, and shifted away with a minute smile to write. Flashing it to the nearest people.
Perhaps we should start a clean up? The Ochya will catch them or they will slip up.
"Before or after someone is hurt?" Another voice chimed, though it seemed less panicky now and more angry. Sosicly wasn't sure what was worse.