4th of Spring, 513
Kitchi stood, watching the young children labouring with oversized shovels in their small hands. They attempted to dig the metal into the soft, powdered, white snow. Occasionally they would manage to push lumps of it to the side, piling it up out of the way of the path. Normally she would snort, roll her eyes and move on, after all they had induced the punishment on themselves for throwing snowballs at their superiors. Kitchi knew that they had been punished for such behaviour several times before, they never seem to learn but sometimes that is the way children are. A second of thought flashed through her mind, she was a child too once and had very much enjoyed the snow and time to play and attack others with bunched up balls of the powder. She had loved winter and early spring, when the sparkling snow still decorated the landscape. She smiled as she remembered doing these menial tasks, snow shovelling had been her favourite. It was perhaps for this reason that she did not feel that level of arrogance that she would normally towards the nuisances dancing around in the snow and laughing, and instead a growing sympathy stretched its way along her body, curling the long fingers around her heart. Despite the workload they were still enjoying themselves, laughing and talking together and had failed to notice her presence in their amusement.
After a moment of watching she stepped forwards and an immediate hush rushed over the young Yasi. There was a moment of uncertainty as Kitchi moved forwards, towards the rows of shovels lined together. She picked up one of the shovels, weighing it up in her hands. After a moment her hands ran along the handle, it was made of wood and was smoothed down to fit comfortably against the palms of however wanted to use it. She grabbed the hooked end of the shovel and moved towards the snow covered pass. Some of the children had returned to their work, quieter now they knew an adult was listening, while others stared at her with wide eyes. Curiosity seemed to burn across the crowds as she moved forwards and dug the shovel into the snow. She attempted to pull up as much as it as her small arms could pry from the ground. She pushed the collection of snow of to the side with a quick swing of the shovel, shaking it to remove the traces that clung to the curves of the shovel. She continued like this for a while, allowing herself to be lulled back into the pattern of collecting and clearing the snow so that closely the ground became visible beneath the group efforts.
'-caught a bunny!'
'Do you like-'
'-isn't very-'
Fragments of sentences made their way towards her, the children were being unusual quiet in response to her presence. Kitchi found it strange how someone non threatening like her could inspire such respect and silence from others, a testimony to how the society at Wind Reach works. After a while she sighed, leaning back to stretch her aching back. Blue eyes swizzled around the group, gazing over the red haired children who had continued their task. Occasionally she would hear the whispered jokes, the forced silence laughter. Despite her joining them it was obvious they still looked at her warily, an uncertain glimmer to their eyes as the Avora shovelled besides them. She shrugged as she noticed their looks and turned her eyes back to the crisp white snow that had started to turn patchy with effort. It was unfortunate they had to try and ruin the beautiful snow but she knew it needed to be done, the pass was important to the Inarta society, to their very way of life and the shortage of resources winter brought would be more and more devastating to their supplies if it continued for longer then normal.
Kitchi worked along with the Yasi for ages, many of them started to disappear as the sun started to set, it would be dangerous at night for them in case something stepped its way towards the city. Kitchi too was beginning to feel the burden of the work weighing on her shoulders and her work was slowing significantly. With a tired sigh she stood up, stretching before walking back to the pile of shovels. More had joined then earlier, chucked into a cluttered heap. She tutted and contemplated organising the pile before adding her own shovel carefully to the growing heap. She was not even suppose to be here, it was not her job to do. Her steps slowly made its way back towards Wind Reach, her body was paying the price of her toil as her shoulders and arms ached in protest. As she moved she rubbed her shoulders slowly, the circles she traced were small and delicate against her soft skin.
After a moment of watching she stepped forwards and an immediate hush rushed over the young Yasi. There was a moment of uncertainty as Kitchi moved forwards, towards the rows of shovels lined together. She picked up one of the shovels, weighing it up in her hands. After a moment her hands ran along the handle, it was made of wood and was smoothed down to fit comfortably against the palms of however wanted to use it. She grabbed the hooked end of the shovel and moved towards the snow covered pass. Some of the children had returned to their work, quieter now they knew an adult was listening, while others stared at her with wide eyes. Curiosity seemed to burn across the crowds as she moved forwards and dug the shovel into the snow. She attempted to pull up as much as it as her small arms could pry from the ground. She pushed the collection of snow of to the side with a quick swing of the shovel, shaking it to remove the traces that clung to the curves of the shovel. She continued like this for a while, allowing herself to be lulled back into the pattern of collecting and clearing the snow so that closely the ground became visible beneath the group efforts.
'-caught a bunny!'
'Do you like-'
'-isn't very-'
Fragments of sentences made their way towards her, the children were being unusual quiet in response to her presence. Kitchi found it strange how someone non threatening like her could inspire such respect and silence from others, a testimony to how the society at Wind Reach works. After a while she sighed, leaning back to stretch her aching back. Blue eyes swizzled around the group, gazing over the red haired children who had continued their task. Occasionally she would hear the whispered jokes, the forced silence laughter. Despite her joining them it was obvious they still looked at her warily, an uncertain glimmer to their eyes as the Avora shovelled besides them. She shrugged as she noticed their looks and turned her eyes back to the crisp white snow that had started to turn patchy with effort. It was unfortunate they had to try and ruin the beautiful snow but she knew it needed to be done, the pass was important to the Inarta society, to their very way of life and the shortage of resources winter brought would be more and more devastating to their supplies if it continued for longer then normal.
Kitchi worked along with the Yasi for ages, many of them started to disappear as the sun started to set, it would be dangerous at night for them in case something stepped its way towards the city. Kitchi too was beginning to feel the burden of the work weighing on her shoulders and her work was slowing significantly. With a tired sigh she stood up, stretching before walking back to the pile of shovels. More had joined then earlier, chucked into a cluttered heap. She tutted and contemplated organising the pile before adding her own shovel carefully to the growing heap. She was not even suppose to be here, it was not her job to do. Her steps slowly made its way back towards Wind Reach, her body was paying the price of her toil as her shoulders and arms ached in protest. As she moved she rubbed her shoulders slowly, the circles she traced were small and delicate against her soft skin.
