76 Winter, 521
It had been a slower afternoon on this particular day. The Protea Inn did not tend to have too many visitors during the winter months, and most who stopped by for meals were locals who enjoyed Tazrae’s cooking. Oralie had not long finished cleaning up from a somewhat early dinner – the cooking pots and plates were currently draining of water while she swept off the large main deck out the back. Sand somehow always managed to get everywhere, even when you did not think there was any breeze at all. She swished her broom back and forth, sending the sand off the edge of the deck back onto the beach below where it belonged.
That done, she returned to the kitchen and put the dishes away in their respective places. She took satisfaction in making sure everything was neatly arranged and tidy, viewing the Inn as if it was her home that she was proud of. Even though it was actually Tazrae’s Inn, Oralie loved the place. It had become her sanctuary - the place where she had found herself safety, a new life, a community and even what she considered to be a family.
She turned to the fireplace next. The evening was starting to draw in, and while it was not exactly cold in Syka, having a crackling fire always added to the mood of a place. Thanks to the Inn’s openness to the beach it never got too hot inside anyway. She tidied the old ash away before building up a little pile of tinder and kindling in the middle of the fireplace. She struck the flint and steel that was kept nearby until a spark caught and then blowing gently, she coaxed a baby flame into life. After a chime or so, the flame had caught enough for her to start adding some larger kindling and then eventually some actual wood fuel. Oralie took a step back and admired her handiwork with her hands on her hips. She was getting quite good at making fires now.
She next lit a couple of the conch candles that Tazrae kept around and put them on the long table for some extra ambience. Her attention was drawn then to the front porch as her keen hearing picked up footsteps. It was James Chaliva, one of the Founders of Syka and the man who sailed The Veronica to Riverfall and back a few times a season. He was holding a woven bag in his arms that he set down gently on the table.
“Hello James.” Oralie smiled at the man. “You just missed the dinner. I’m not sure where Tazrae went but there were some leftovers I can get for you if you like?” The Kelvic’s whole demeanour had slowly shifted during her time here, and after nearly a whole season she had become a person who now smiled easily and spoke without stammering every other word out of fear.
Captain James returned her smile and shook his head once. “Ah it’s okay thank you Oralie. Just dropping this off, Taz requested it.” Oralie looked at the bag with curiosity, then flicked her gaze back to the man as he held something out for her too. It was a folded piece of parchment. “And this for you.” She took it, puzzled, but did not show it on her face. “Well thank you, in that case.” James patted the bag and then turned to the door with a smile. “Best be off, see you later.” “Bye!”
Oralie curiously unfolded the piece of parchment once the founder had made his way back down the steps and out of her eyeline. On it were words, written a little larger than normal, the letters spaced out so they could be read clearly. She frowned it at, unsure why she would be receiving a handwritten note. Maybe it was from someone in the settlement who did not know that she was unable to read. She sighed. She would have to ask Tazrae to read it for her.
She peered at the first two words at the top of the page.
‘HELLO ORALIE,’
It was then that Bree spoke up. Oralie had not realised the Ixam had been watching her from the front porch. “What’s put that expression on your face?” Oralie glanced up, realising she was frowning hard at the parchment. “Captain James gave me a note.” Bree blinked patiently at her. “I can’t read.” The Ixam nodded. “I’d offer…” She trailed off and Oralie smiled sympathetically. “It’s okay, Taz told me you can’t either. She said she would teach me, so I am sure we can learn together soon.”
She looked back down at the parchment again. “I know the first letter is a ‘h’…” Oralie pronounced it like ‘huh’. “I used to buy ham at the market and this letter was always at the start of that word… But I don’t know it next to these other letters.” She sighed loudly and thought she heard Bree chuckle. Oralie flopped herself into one of the chairs at the table, setting the parchment down in front of her. She stared hard at it, chin resting on her hands. “How on Miz do you even start learning to read any of this…”
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That done, she returned to the kitchen and put the dishes away in their respective places. She took satisfaction in making sure everything was neatly arranged and tidy, viewing the Inn as if it was her home that she was proud of. Even though it was actually Tazrae’s Inn, Oralie loved the place. It had become her sanctuary - the place where she had found herself safety, a new life, a community and even what she considered to be a family.
She turned to the fireplace next. The evening was starting to draw in, and while it was not exactly cold in Syka, having a crackling fire always added to the mood of a place. Thanks to the Inn’s openness to the beach it never got too hot inside anyway. She tidied the old ash away before building up a little pile of tinder and kindling in the middle of the fireplace. She struck the flint and steel that was kept nearby until a spark caught and then blowing gently, she coaxed a baby flame into life. After a chime or so, the flame had caught enough for her to start adding some larger kindling and then eventually some actual wood fuel. Oralie took a step back and admired her handiwork with her hands on her hips. She was getting quite good at making fires now.
She next lit a couple of the conch candles that Tazrae kept around and put them on the long table for some extra ambience. Her attention was drawn then to the front porch as her keen hearing picked up footsteps. It was James Chaliva, one of the Founders of Syka and the man who sailed The Veronica to Riverfall and back a few times a season. He was holding a woven bag in his arms that he set down gently on the table.
“Hello James.” Oralie smiled at the man. “You just missed the dinner. I’m not sure where Tazrae went but there were some leftovers I can get for you if you like?” The Kelvic’s whole demeanour had slowly shifted during her time here, and after nearly a whole season she had become a person who now smiled easily and spoke without stammering every other word out of fear.
Captain James returned her smile and shook his head once. “Ah it’s okay thank you Oralie. Just dropping this off, Taz requested it.” Oralie looked at the bag with curiosity, then flicked her gaze back to the man as he held something out for her too. It was a folded piece of parchment. “And this for you.” She took it, puzzled, but did not show it on her face. “Well thank you, in that case.” James patted the bag and then turned to the door with a smile. “Best be off, see you later.” “Bye!”
Oralie curiously unfolded the piece of parchment once the founder had made his way back down the steps and out of her eyeline. On it were words, written a little larger than normal, the letters spaced out so they could be read clearly. She frowned it at, unsure why she would be receiving a handwritten note. Maybe it was from someone in the settlement who did not know that she was unable to read. She sighed. She would have to ask Tazrae to read it for her.
She peered at the first two words at the top of the page.
‘HELLO ORALIE,’
It was then that Bree spoke up. Oralie had not realised the Ixam had been watching her from the front porch. “What’s put that expression on your face?” Oralie glanced up, realising she was frowning hard at the parchment. “Captain James gave me a note.” Bree blinked patiently at her. “I can’t read.” The Ixam nodded. “I’d offer…” She trailed off and Oralie smiled sympathetically. “It’s okay, Taz told me you can’t either. She said she would teach me, so I am sure we can learn together soon.”
She looked back down at the parchment again. “I know the first letter is a ‘h’…” Oralie pronounced it like ‘huh’. “I used to buy ham at the market and this letter was always at the start of that word… But I don’t know it next to these other letters.” She sighed loudly and thought she heard Bree chuckle. Oralie flopped herself into one of the chairs at the table, setting the parchment down in front of her. She stared hard at it, chin resting on her hands. “How on Miz do you even start learning to read any of this…”
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