[Flashback] Soap filled tales

[Osami]

10th Spring 496 Av Flashback


Osami found himself holding a book his mother had given him about different recipes of his trade. Today was a day he felt like was a good time to start making soap but as he kept reading he knew he would need a lot of different things to start with. He had two rosey lip balms that he had kept from last year and he knew they could last five years without a problem but he was planning on using them to get the basic items he needed to start making the soap.

Osami made a mental list of the items he would need and grabbed the two soon to be trade jars. He never really did trade on his own yet all of his family was just to busy to help him with it. Yet how hard could it be really? Were people not always friendly and helpful about sharing? That’s what his parents always told him which was to be helpful when he could. So should adults not stand by that idea as well?

He just had to let it flow along his mind as if it was something sweet as he made his way towards the markets. It was Market day after all and the stalls would be open and filled with items and people. Lip balm was an item that he could make if he had the right things however he was not sure how many people would use it. Granted the winter winds and winds overall was bad on the lips and skin more so for the riders so maybe it would be in high demand. Everyone had to pull his or her weight and his weight was this trade it would seem but his trade had to relay on so many others it felt unlike the hunters in his mind.

The stall he needed was called ‘The woodworks’ but he felt so lost in the sea of people and stalls as he held on tightly to his jars unable to let them fall and risk breaking. If he could not find it sooner or later he would ask one of the other stalls as surely they would know more about the layout then he would. Right?

[Phoenix]

Billy was grumpy. As usual. For years he had manned the same stall, in the same spot of the market. Familiar and new faces received the same scowl. No waves or greetings were returned. Though the older gentleman took pride and pleasure in his work, working his Stall on Market Day was definitely the thorn in his side, the short end of the deal. He would rather just stay with his creations and completely ignore the rest of humanity. And so, it was poor unfortunate Osami that collided with the edge of Billy's stall, in the process of looking for this exact stall. Osami did nothing but lightly bump the protruding edge, his eyes wild and flitting back and forth, obviously completely overwhelmed by all the people and the sheer quantity of booths erected for the Day. Billy didn't care. The young Inartan had jostled some of his work and although none had come close to falling and/or breaking, that was besides the point. The bump had made it possible for something to break. And so, Billy was given the opportunity to participate in his second favorite thing next to woodworking: Yelling "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING! GET YOUR EYES OUT OF THE SKY AND PAY ATTENTION WHERE YOU'RE WALKING, INSOLENT FOOL! YOU COULD HAVE DAMAGED MY WARES AND BY THE LOOK OF YOU, THERE IS NO WAY YOU COULD PAY FOR IT!!!!!" Everyone in the immediate vacinity had stopped to see what the commotion was about, but most turned away when they saw it was Billy. It was not uncommon for the older man to loose his already extremely short temper multiple times a day. His stall neighbors had actually gotten to the point of being able to completely tune him out (Which made him extra frustrated, if he ever tried to yell at them for being too loud, obnoxious or come too close to his own stall). Poor Osami.

[Osami]

Osami just looked at the man letting his eyes take in the details such as his build, height, eye color, smell and overall how he held himself before looking around at the other people and seeing how at first they looked then just looked away from the man yelling at him.

He knew he could handle this in a few ways. Cry very very loud and hope something took place or took it like a man. He voted for the man self as he took a breath of air in his lungs before letting it out slowly in the forms of words. Or at least that what his goal was however it did not come out like that.

“Dontyellatmeyoubigmeanieheadhowcanyouevenyellatakidformakingas
implemistakewhoislost.Whatdidyourparentsorpeerstellyouabout
yellingandhowrudeitis!”

His careful idea of a speech coming out as a single cry of words for so many reasons but the main ones were that he was just overwhelmed by his small frame compared to the adults frame, his yelling and the overall event of the day for he did his best not to get lost and he was more then just lost.

After his great speech that just came out as a large word he was sure he just kept his mouth shut for a good bit. While he was smart and great with a few things he was still a child who did not know how to deal with a lot of things. Getting yelled at was one of the things on that list of things he could not understand on dealing with.

Would it had been better just asking an adult for help or even just forgetting about his idea? No no it was not as he shook his head at that thought. His eyes looking along the stall he bumped into and took note of all the wooden items. Clearly this was not his day. Of all the people he needed to speak to it was this big meanie head.

So once Osami was more at ease he stood as high as he could which did so very little in the end. “I need an wood order. A barrel with an hole 2 inches above the bottom with a cork that is 3 to 4 inches long and can fit in the hole.”

Osami said very very softly as if he became a mouse towards the man. His legs still shaking a tad wanting to run away but for the most part he felt proud of himself for not screaming and running behind another adult after what the man did.

[Phoenix]

Billy, being the big meanie head that he was, took a grim pride in the fact the he could visably see the boys knees shaking. A job well done. He had not even bothered trying to decypher the jibberish that escaped the little boys mouth as he cried in the mans face. With a sour expression, Billy leaned back and plugged his ears against the wail of words. "Alright, alright. Calm down and be quite. What is it?" He had seen Osami eying his wares "Don't you even think about destoying my things. I'll have your little diapered bum thrown off this mountain" I need an wood order. A barrel with an hole 2 inches above the bottom with a cork that is 3 to 4 inches long and can fit in the hole.” "Humph." Was Billy's response to that. The kid didn't look like he had any money. Although, as Osami shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, Billy could see he was holding something in his hands. "What's that ya got there? Are you going to barter with me?" As he spoke, Billy stumped forward and selected a premade barrel that fit Osami's description. Though a lifetime of practice kept him from showing it, Billy was actually curious as to what the boy could offer as he scowed down intimidatingly over the counter. "Well, give it here." And a gnarled hand was waved impatiently towards the jars he held. "I don't have all day" OOCGo ahead and assume that Billy takes the trade. You can just have him leave the jars on the counter and run away, or whatever it is you decide. As long as he leaves the jars. It's a fair trade, and will get the thread moving so we don't have to do another billy interaction

[Osami]

Osami just stood still for a bit as the large man talked about Osami giving up his bottles. He did not think it was fair for two bottles for one barrel. He forgot to tell him that he really needed two of sorts but his fear for the man over matched the fact he had to stand up for himself and not be pushed around. However fear was such an odd thing to a child.

“A barrel should not cost two of theses bottles. My parents told me that I should be able to get it just for one and I can use the other for the other task I need to do. I would like two barrels if you want both of theses and for a Dek to send it to where I live.”

Osami said firmly or as much he could as he did his best to stand as tall as he could looking at Billy. He did not await a reply as he put the bottles on Billy’s stall and told him where he lived. The bottles if Billy did open one he would then find it was a Rosy Lip Balm to keep the lips safe from winter wind or any type of harsh wind such as the Eagle Riders in the air.

Osami knew not many would think he made them but the fact was he did. He was not sure how many Philterer’s were around in the city however he was one of them. While he had much to learn his skill with such things while young was still a good sign of how much he could improve and work on.

Osami had left the busy market and went in search for the Communal Kitchens where he spent some of his time helping. However upon this day his request was a rather odd one for he would need the ashes left over by all the cooking.

Once inside the kitchens his little eyes started to search for Chef Davoid who Osami knew was always around somewhere over watching the place. He would just need to look near the stock room or around the area. However once he found the Chef he would then ask about his request which he prayed deep down would turn out far better then Billy.

“Um, Chef Davoid. I was wondering if you could spare the daily ashes that the cooking makes. I am willing to help cook for them as I need them for my next Philtering project which will help Wind Reach.”

Osami would say in his timed tone of voice looking at her. He spent most of his time work on more Philtering things then cooking however this would be a good chance to help others and help himself with understanding more about cooking for he knew he could use it later in life.

[Phoenix]

As Osami scurried away, he would hear Billy’s soft chuckle of amusement, seemingly pleased that he had scared the child almost half to death. But whether or not he got along well with his customers, Billy was a business man. The bottles were swiped off the counter and stowed below. A dek was summoned, and the two barrels that Osami had purchased were quickly sent off to the boys home. Better to get rid of the merchandise quickly after being sold. When Osami turned up in the kitchens next, he was met with the normal bustle of activity. After a few minutes searching, the small boy stumbled upon the jolly Chef. At first, too busy testing the different dishes that were being prepaired, Chef Davoid didn’t notice Osami’s approach. It wasn’t until one of his kitchen apprentices took the spoon out of his hand and turned him around to face the newcomer, did Davoid notice. “Well, well. Osami, m’boy!” A large meaty hand decended upon Osami’s shoulder, making his knees buckle with the force behind the pat. Chef Davoid was a very large man, though he was always jolly and smiling. This was no exception, as he listened to the young boy bartering for the kitchens ashes. “Work for the ashes? Heavens above, boy! What do you think we are here, slave drivers? I should be offering you something to take them away for us!” The assistant who had taken the spoon from Chef was gestured over “Kel, go get the boy some fruits while he gathers up the ashes that he needs. He’s doing us a favor, not to mention the lad could use some meat on his bones, eh?” Laughing loudly, Chef Davoid fondly ruffled Osami’s hair before turning his full attentions back to the meal he had left off preparing.