The summer heat was at an all-time high. Or at least as high as the mixed blood percieved it could be. Could the temperature raise any higher? Would it simply bake every living creature alive in the process.
"Uhhhh." The audible groan rattled the half-Zith's throat and she struggled to muster the strength to kick the edge of the blanket from her thigh. Sweat coated her skin and the sheets of her shift clung to her ribs, twisting around her chest from the previous night's tossing and turning.
When it became apparent the heat was too much to allow her to stay spread out in her tent, the mixed blood squinted her eyes open, taking in the early morning light that illuminated the thick canvas of her tent. You would think shade would help with the heat. Mayra rolled onto her back, throwing her arms out so she formed a star on her tent floor. The tiny mixed blood only barely reached each side of her bedroll, but laying on the layers of clothe only added to the uncomfortable heat.
"Never too early." She croaked to herself, bending to grab her waterskin, draining it of its last warm water.
Groggily, the usually active half-Chaktawe yanked her pants on, followed by her shirt. A glance at her comb dragged a defeated sigh from the mixed blood and she begun to pick through her hair, pushing it back into it's place. Once she was prepared for her day off from work, Mayra snagged her dagger and frog, securing the two items to her waist.
"Hey, gloomy lady!" Mayra wouldn't have bothered with the obscure and thick accented shout, had the shouter not been right in front of her. Or speaking common, that always got her attention. "Going to metal chest?"
"What are you on about?" She glanced at the little Drykas, would couldn't have been more than twelve staring up at her.
"Going?" The thick accent asked again. Mayra moved her hand to ehr empty waterskin that was slung across her hip. She had meant to go to the stream across the white district, but she was curious what this "metal chest" was.
"Yea sure, take me to it."
"No, no." The boy giggled at her and she squinted at him. "I not allowed."
"Well what is your mother going to do about it? Just go!" She urged the boy. He was a free child, there was no reason for him not to.
"Not. Allowed." He repeated, slashing his hands in front of his face. But the boy stepped forward, a sudden change in his expression. In an instant the mixed blood woman went from feeling confused to utterly helpless when she caught the look in his eyes. Folding his hands in an innocent fashion, she watched his dark eyelashes bat at her for a tick before he spoke again. "Bring me something please?" Clearly the phrase had been practiced again and again until it was perfect, although probably not enough to rid himself of his weird choppy accent. Mayra was defeated in an instant.
"You really don't need to try so hard on me." She reached out to pat the kid's head. "I'll sneak you something. But don't tell your mom, she won't like it. If she kills me, you have to at least attempt to defend me. I don't want to die by these barbarians." The mixed blood felt like a sucker as an accomplished grin split the boy's face in a second. Perhaps he didn't understand everything she said, but the boy understood when he had won.
"Uhhhh." The audible groan rattled the half-Zith's throat and she struggled to muster the strength to kick the edge of the blanket from her thigh. Sweat coated her skin and the sheets of her shift clung to her ribs, twisting around her chest from the previous night's tossing and turning.
When it became apparent the heat was too much to allow her to stay spread out in her tent, the mixed blood squinted her eyes open, taking in the early morning light that illuminated the thick canvas of her tent. You would think shade would help with the heat. Mayra rolled onto her back, throwing her arms out so she formed a star on her tent floor. The tiny mixed blood only barely reached each side of her bedroll, but laying on the layers of clothe only added to the uncomfortable heat.
"Never too early." She croaked to herself, bending to grab her waterskin, draining it of its last warm water.
Groggily, the usually active half-Chaktawe yanked her pants on, followed by her shirt. A glance at her comb dragged a defeated sigh from the mixed blood and she begun to pick through her hair, pushing it back into it's place. Once she was prepared for her day off from work, Mayra snagged her dagger and frog, securing the two items to her waist.
"Hey, gloomy lady!" Mayra wouldn't have bothered with the obscure and thick accented shout, had the shouter not been right in front of her. Or speaking common, that always got her attention. "Going to metal chest?"
"What are you on about?" She glanced at the little Drykas, would couldn't have been more than twelve staring up at her.
"Going?" The thick accent asked again. Mayra moved her hand to ehr empty waterskin that was slung across her hip. She had meant to go to the stream across the white district, but she was curious what this "metal chest" was.
"Yea sure, take me to it."
"No, no." The boy giggled at her and she squinted at him. "I not allowed."
"Well what is your mother going to do about it? Just go!" She urged the boy. He was a free child, there was no reason for him not to.
"Not. Allowed." He repeated, slashing his hands in front of his face. But the boy stepped forward, a sudden change in his expression. In an instant the mixed blood woman went from feeling confused to utterly helpless when she caught the look in his eyes. Folding his hands in an innocent fashion, she watched his dark eyelashes bat at her for a tick before he spoke again. "Bring me something please?" Clearly the phrase had been practiced again and again until it was perfect, although probably not enough to rid himself of his weird choppy accent. Mayra was defeated in an instant.
"You really don't need to try so hard on me." She reached out to pat the kid's head. "I'll sneak you something. But don't tell your mom, she won't like it. If she kills me, you have to at least attempt to defend me. I don't want to die by these barbarians." The mixed blood felt like a sucker as an accomplished grin split the boy's face in a second. Perhaps he didn't understand everything she said, but the boy understood when he had won.
Common | Tawna | Pavi "Speech" Sign | PC/NPC "Speech" Sign
