51st of Fall, 513 After the Valterrian
Zeltiva, The Sylira Region
Just Before Midday
Zeltiva, The Sylira Region
Just Before Midday
If ever there were a day perfect for swimming and frolicking in the waves, this one would have been it. Syna shone, Zulrav blew, and Laviku's seas were an especially vibrant shade of blue. Men and women were taking advantage of this moment of peace, running errands and fraternizing in the streets. Young couples kissed in the shade of eaves, drawing smiles fond smiles from men who still remembered their days of conquest and rolled eyes from the women who remembered how quickly the young maiden's heart would take flight. Everyone seemed more amicable on this odd day of warmth upon the fringe of the fast approaching Winter. Men with their horses and carts and good stopped to talk with the blue-eyed sea-folk as they wandered away from their creaking, swaying homes. Even the gulls seemed to be enjoying the day; preening in Syna's glinting light distracted them from their daily game of seeing who could poop on the most unsuspecting Feather-less.
"Are you sure this is going to fit?" Edreina asked ever so patiently as the woman at the other end of the table they held continued her attempt to finagle the massive, and arm-achingly heavy - especially when one found oneself doing the majority of the work - table into the door of her home. Edreina was not a weak woman, but her lithe, sinuous arms were already screaming their displeasure. The elder woman, with her graying hair and age-folded eyes had beckoned to Edreina as she passed. Despite the fact she now dressed unlike most other women with leather pants, high leather boots, and a torso bare of all except for the linen that bound her bountiful chest. With the tattoo dripping from her ribs down to her chest, leaving trails of murky ebony ink that wove and danced together, and the scar on her shoulder, the only thing out of place was the bright yellow kerchief that held her flaming mane aloft.
"Well, it has to. My son Norman helped me get it out and would have helped me to get it back in, but he had to go work at the stables." The younger woman was sure that, somewhere in the elder's bloodline, there must be a bit of Svefra; was not often that landstriders saw fit to demand help from a stranger. After a few more sways and rocks, the table's legs were through the door and, from there, it was a simple turn and then the table was inside.
Both women leaned on the roughly hewn table for a few ticks to steady their arms. "Why did you take the table outside?" Came a question from the woman with bright blue eyes. It had not been planned and it was likely not polite, but she was too curious to care.
"There was food and bits stuck in the grain. I wasn't going to clean that in here!" Her tone suggested that to do so was akin to scrubbing oneself in a dinner pot. Already wrinkled features curled in on one another as she considered ever doing so. "Anyhow, thank you so much for your help, dearie. Please, take this for your troubles." A loaf of bread from the cupboard was offered and, of course, Edreina could not say no! This woman had a knack for getting her way, it seemed. "If you'd like, you can stop by for dinner sometime and meet Norm! You're such a lovely young lady..."
Fighting the urge to cringe, the freckled lass politely said that she would be sure to do so if ever she had the time. Silently, though, she vowed never to come near this area of town again. Next thing she knew, she would be pulling a cart of groceries for the woman; it was the best chance for her to make an escape.
And escape she did at a quick trot until she felt entirely safe in her course of avoidance. The loss of that area of Zeltiva was not too horrid, there was still much for her to see.
(c) Wanda Endust