Cradle Rockers

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Arkyn Wildling

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Cradle Rockers
« on: March 27, 2019, 06:00:59 PM »
The day was unusually warm for late fall. In the shade of overhanging eaves and the cracks between cobblestones dew clung. Remnant from the nighttime frost that coated Meols. Melted in the early dawn. Sun beaming down through a cloudless sky. It had crossed Arkyn’s mind to hunt, the itch deep in his bones wanted satisfied. But he had a mountain of paperwork waiting. Not really, he never procrastinated, but that would be his excuse if anyone asked why he was so eager to work. There was no way to explain it other than the truth. And people tended to get pissy when he said their queen was a Darkness’ cursed child that preferred playing hide-and-seek to reading reports. So he went in, to harass her triangle into harassing her into behaving.

At least that was the plan. Waylaid unexpectedly as he stopped on a pleasant city street lined with quaint houses. Under the palms of his hands the fence’s wood was smooth and sturdy. Holding up well after his repairs. Cross beams bearing his weight without so much as a groan when stopped to lean against the gate. The toes of one boot kicked back to hook around the ankle of the other as Arkyn stared across the yard towards the low pitch of Kirsi’s roof. A boy was up there, staring down towards the back of the house in great thought.

Arkyn couldn’t fight the compulsion to stop and watch. There was a large pile of wood and carpentry tools in one corner of the yard. It seemed she would be doing a bit of construction. Or this young fellow would be. Purely out of curiosity he swept a probe along the entire block. As far as his Summer-sky could go. Lingering only a second over the boy, who turned hawkish eyes his way at the brush of power. In the span of a breath they measured one another up. The gleaming Opal on the pup’s chest strong but inexperienced. Their castes were equal, and in a court Arkyn may have been bowed. But here in the wider world their society honored him with rank. Thankfully they seemed, despite their castes, to be an amiable sort. Both nodding briefly before the pup turned back to work.

 ”Morning, Kirsi.” He greeted when she came out of the front door. Sensing her more than he saw her, eyes still turned towards the roof. ”Tell your little friend there if he’s looking for the support beam this whole section of town is built in the old roamers split-beam style.” If he were a carpenter worth his spit then he would understand. If not then Kirsi would end up with a few collapsed walls. Arkyn wasn’t sure he had the time to come around and fix them.

Though he had to admit to himself he had come around, without actually stopping, more often than typical. Each morning he brought his sister breakfast at the big infirmary on the city skirts. Nestled between two healing springs that the tourists were firmly ushered away from, it was a cheerful hospital that did his heart good to visit. Especially since his sister seemed happy to be there finishing her apprenticeship. In recent weeks the path he took between home and sister had shifted to include this street. Not out of the way, he assured himself, despite it adding twenty minutes to his walk.

Kirsi

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Re: Cradle Rockers
« Reply #1 on: March 27, 2019, 07:57:43 PM »

”Sjef.” Kirsi answered. She stood with arms akimbo on the wide stoop of the front door. Behind her the door stood open, exposing the quiet of the house. Tucking her elbows in, she dropped her hands from her hips and stepped out into the yard. The door swung shut behind her. She had noticed him from the kitchen window while peeling potatoes. Leaning on the fence he mended. Almost but not quite in her yard.

Kirsi wondered what he wanted. She never had gone to see him after Peregrine had left. Always pretending to mean to and forget. He’d stirred no more trouble for her. Send no more letters. At least none that she or Peregrine had heard about. Drying her hands on the thighs of her trousers, Kirsi stopped half way between the house and the fence, frowning in confusion at his words.

”Alright.” She agreed with hesitation. She didn’t understand, but thought Kite might, hand shading her eyes as she turned to look up at the young man perched on her roof. She tapped him on the Opal, relaying what Arkyn had told her with grim amusement and a little derision. Her confusion smothered by the need to seem needled by the other man more than anything else.

”Did you come all this way just to talk about roamer beams?” She asked coming a little closer but not joining him at the fence. There were things that needed said between them, but Kirsi wasn’t sure she wanted them said with Kite watching, and possibly listening. Likely to carry anything he witnessed to his brother. And Kirsi never knew what Peregrine was going to do one moment to the next.

”Or are you here to meddle. Again?”   It had to be said, especially if he was here being nosy again. Lurking about her yard and making comments about beams as if he knew her house better than she did. Her arms slid over her chest as she squared off with him from over the fence and half way across the yard. Ready to defend her privacy and her right to a proper sick room for her patients.

Arkyn Wildling

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Re: Cradle Rockers
« Reply #2 on: March 28, 2019, 11:41:16 PM »
The lack of welcome in the lady’s reply sent a tingle of warning down Arkyn’s spine. Like most children he had seen the look of an annoyed mother once or twice. Something in the fists on her hips was reminiscent of the way his own had tugged him around by the ear when he missed a call to dinner or skipped out on a chore. He half expected her to shake a finger at him for some unknown offense. But she went lax instead, hedging closer without getting close. A vague questioning in the set of her eyebrows when she looked him over.

They both looked up to the roof. Arkyn far too beneath them in Jewels to feel the thread they communicated along. But the glower her puppy turned down at them was proof positive she had relayed the message. After a second his young face softened, and Arkyn thought he would ask a question or make some comment. But it took a moment to come. Back already turned away from them before the message shot along a one way thread that shoved itself impolitely at Arkyn, *It’s an addition, not a remodel, I’m not touching the supports.* Before Arkyn could say a word back the thread fizzled and died. On the roof the boy batted at a wayward hank of hair and paced over the slope of the roof until they couldn’t see him anymore.

”Well then.” He said, voice trailing and dark bushy brows raised. Lifting even higher at her insinuation that he came around on purpose, or to talk about her house at all. ”Lovely as your beams are, Lady, I just happened by.” He told her smartly, nostrils widening with what might have been a hidden grin. Daring her in an amused flash of copper brown eyes to take his words out of context. The hint of almost humor faded as her words turned to a rather blatant accusation.

Eyebrows furrowing and lids turning to slits he tried to tell if she was making a joke. That stiff stance was back, even if her fists didn’t rest on her hips this time. So he hadn’t been mistaken. She did have a bone to pick with him. ”Go on. Tell me how I’ve been meddling then.” He challenged. Internally he flailed. A hot edge of guilt making him take a mental inventory of every interaction since he first met Kirsi. Nothing struck him as ‘meddling’, but maybe he was losing his sense about such things?

It had all gone so damned wrong with Vivienne, after all. Had he somehow been inappropriate with this curious little healer woman? Hand rubbing over his mouth he considered bolting. And also kicked himself for following the line of thought that made him admit she had to be ten or fifteen years younger than him. Innocent intentions or not, if he was giving off the wrong impression he would have to fix it for the sake of his reputation. Swallowing his pride was never easy but he tried now. ”Do you have permits for that construction?” He blurted out instead.

Kirsi

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Re: Cradle Rockers
« Reply #3 on: March 29, 2019, 06:01:57 AM »

”I’m sure you did.” Teeth not quite parting to let the words out. Kirsi thought he happened by often. She never saw him, just had that creeping sensation up her spine on occasion. Like she had missed someone knocking on her door. Someone ready to stuff probes down her shirt. The fleeting look that crossed the Sjef’s eyes making Kirsi think he might do it again. On purpose. Beams he said. And Kirsi was almost certain he wasn’t talking about beams at all.

That wouldn’t do. She needed him to leave her alone. To quit snooping around her yard fixing things and asking questions. And writing letters. She could have killed him for turning Reric’s eyes her way. It was too damned late for people to be caring now. There was too much to lose this time. The time for being saved was over, Kirsi had done that herself. Now she needed left alone so she could work on finding her son.

”Have you forgotten already?” She answered his challenge, watching all the humor flee his face. ”Seems you’ve been writing letters about me to Reric’s queen.” It had stirred up more than he had intended, Kirsi was sure. Part of her reasoned that it had been kindness, the sort no one had dared or cared to show her before. That it was wrong to berate him for it. But he had drawn unwanted attention on her. Brought Ironeyes to Peregrine’s doorstep and Peregrine to hers.

Scorching the woodwork of her windows and demanding... friendship. Complicating an already complicated mess of entanglement. What had come after had been pleasant enough. More than pleasant enough, really. The memory made Kirsi’s whole body tense like she was about to fall from a precipice. And in a way she did. Just not the kind that brought relief.

”What?” She barked, taking a menacing step forward before remembering that murdering the Sjef would do her no favors. Oh what was his name? Wildling! ”Why do I need a permit to put a couple walls in my own house? I paid you for it!” In full! Deed in her name, she had rights! Meddling! Kirsi could feel a hot coil of panic circling her guts. It squeezed and threatened. Taunting her with all the ways the world and this moment could do her wrong.

Arkyn Wildling

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Re: Cradle Rockers
« Reply #4 on: March 29, 2019, 10:56:59 PM »
Arkyn didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or scoff. Instead a snort worked itself up his throat then out his nose. There was, to his mind, only one way to take her comment. Peppered with suggestion as it was. She was either full of herself or had some very inaccurate ideas about him! He countered with facts. Not enough to give the whole picture but enough to hide behind for now.  ”You can keep being sure. It’s on my way home from my sister’s place.”

It seemed Kirsi was more interested in picking a fight than making friends. Squaring off with sass and determination. Like a gentleman the Sjef let her get out her frustrations. Verbally at least. While his eyebrows went from heavy over his eyes to puckering between them. Concern in the line of his mouth as he leaned more heavily on her fence.  He swept his eyes over her, looking for fresh bruises or other evidence she’d been handled ill. Satisfied that there were none where he could see he turned his focus back up to the boy.

Forgetting his interest in being a good Sjef, and a good neighbor when confronted with his weaknesses. As soon as the question was out he regretted it. Her reaction was about what he expected. Making him finch on the inside. There was no backing down, though, or else she would eat him alive. He could just see it in her eyes. So he nodded at the stack of wood. ”You paid the city for an exchange of property. I just played the middle man. And you have to get permits so that shoddy carpenters don’t endanger your neighbors by doing a poor job on walls that might start a fire or collapse. It’s part of living in a community, Lady. Mutual security is ensured by things like permits.” He put as much matter-of-factness into his tone as he could manage. In reality, there was rarely a need for permits. Just a quick inspection when it was done to make sure there wouldn’t be any collapsing or fires.


”We’ll pretend you did things the right way this time. Since I can see why you would presume nothing more than your will to  have the work done was required.” There, now it sounded like a favor instead of backpedaling. Though he wanted to go further back still. Resting his elbows on the fence he hunched over until they were at eye level. Voice taking on a tone that would not be heard by neighbors. Or her pup on the roof, who had come around to glare in silent offense at mention of disaster.” I wrote to Reric to make sure you were getting the full benefit of being a citizen of Meols. We take care of our own here, I’m sure a healer can appreciate that. It was a simple inquiry, and if it brought you trouble I’m sorry for it.” And sorry she was mad at him for it too. Sorriest that it had gotten back to her, which meant that the mysterious father of her child had probably heard too. "This is your home now, you chose it for whatever reasons you have. Homes are meant to be safe, I just wanted to make sure you didn't need help. In case you couldn't ask for it."

Kirsi

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Re: Cradle Rockers
« Reply #5 on: March 30, 2019, 06:33:55 AM »

He snorted and Kirsi’s arms tightened around her chest, crushing her breasts flat. A sister. He seemed just the sort to have one. Overbearing and intrusive the way she imagined all brothers must be from the few she met. Also a likely excuse to go walking wherever he might want. There was no way for Kirsi to know where his sister lived to name it a lie or not. And his snort made her doubt her own feelings. Maybe no one was walking by on purpose.

Her shoulder turned at his leaning. Eyebrows all knotted up in concern as looked her over. Kirsi twisted as if she could avoid it, hunching away from his scrutiny with a twist of her hips so that she half way had her back turned to him. What did he expect to see? And why bother looking at all? She wanted to sneer at him. It didn’t work that way. Kite interrupted them however. Scowling over the roof to defend his intentions, and his work. Kirsi flicked a pained glance upward. He looked outrageous standing up there without half enough clothes on. She just hoped he didn’t trip and fall off the roof.

Peregrine would find a way to blame her for it. She wished he was there, then, to run this permit spout sjef off. Fingers flexing around her biceps, Kirsi shook her head and rounded on him. Fuck Peregrine. She’d run him off herself. ”More like mutual meddling! As if I’d pay to have my house fall in around my ears.” Her finger swung toward him, the nail half broken away on one side, elbow tucked tight to her ribs. ”Did you get permits for the work you did on my fence?” She demanded. ”The unsolicited work, on my fence, even?”

Meddler! Kirsi tucked her hand away again, each one a fist balled into her armpits. Squeezing harder and harder as he went all over condescending. Treating her like an idiot. Turning his need to meddle into a favor to lord over her head. Kirsi’s lips pursed in announce, the urge to scream making the skin behind her ears hot. ”How kind of you.” She growled a step bringing her closer. Wildling came closer too. Leaning in over the fence as if he’d climb right over it. Kirsi almost wished he would so she could slap him straight.

”As a healer I appreciate privacy,” she hissed at him, eyes narrowed as they leaned into each other to exchange words less likely to be overheard. ”If I had wanted Reric to know my business I would have moved there.” She complained. Kirsi leaned away, looking down at him over her cheek. He said he was sorry, but Kirsi doubted that too. She was sorry, however. And very much regretting her choice to move to Meols at all. Passing a hand over her face, she shook her head to forestall anymore explanations on his part.

”My home I need permits to improve.” She bit at him. Kirsi turned her back on the house and squared off with the sjef again. ”You’re a half dozen years too late for that.” Kirsi admitted. ”I can take care of myself, and I think there is little you could do if I couldn’t.” It was unkind, but true. Anything Kirsi couldn’t defend herself against would be too much for the sjef and his Summer-sky too. She also had her doubts about the power of the law.

Arkyn Wildling

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Re: Cradle Rockers
« Reply #6 on: March 30, 2019, 02:51:38 PM »
Shoulder rolling up she turned away. Typical reaction of the abused woman, Arkyn thought bitterly. Not bitter at Kirsi for falling into traits he recognized all too well. Bitter at the men that made them that way. His mother had been the same. Afraid that the care of others would upset his father, making it all the worse. A vicious cycle she had never fully escaped from even once he was dead. Kirsi did the same now, giving his attention a rather literal cold shoulder. It was more a wall between them than the fenceline. Making it impossible for him to tell if he was butting against her learned perceptions of danger, or actually being inappropriate.

Was the boy on the roof involved? Arkyn tried to judge his face at a distance. There was no way to know. Kiris was certainly not going to tell him. Too busy picking apart his perfectly good arguments. Instead of just accepting them like most people would have. A small part of Arkyn was surprised. He had grown very used to being listened to because he was Sjef. Perhaps it was the nature of his caste, but something in him rose eagerly at the opportunity to push his view farther. ”We didn’t write the law for you, snowflake. Not everyone has the sense not to get scammed or to do a poor job trying to save money doing the work themselves.” He had the strange desire to bite the tip of the finger she aimed at his nose. Going so far as to jerk towards it before he caught himself. Fingernails embedding into the wood under his hands.

”I did.” He answered with a victorious grin. Of course he had. When did Arkyn ever skirt the law? Rarely, so rarely the small instances were branded into his skull. Shoulders aching Arkyn shifted his weight to a less casual stance. Eyes rolling at her complaints. It left a bad taste in his mouth. He didn’t expect her to appreciate a bit of fence mending but turning it into an offense was just plain rude. High along his cheekbones where they met the joint of his jaw Arkyn felt heat pooling. ”I can arrange for you to have the gaping hole and broken boards back if you prefer.”

Trying to spin things into a favor didn’t seem to help the mounting tension any. They were nearly nose to nose over the fence now. It pressed against his stomach, groin, and shins. Each cross beam holding him back from… well he didn’t know. He didn’t feel violent. Just annoyed. He’d never put his hands on any woman that didn’t want them there. But he was mightily inclined to shake this one. Just a little. ”Privacy? I don’t know you well enough to invade your privacy, Lady. What in Hell could I tell a stranger about a stranger? Don’t act like I sold them your soul when I wasn’t even asking about you!”

Arkyn had been nosy. He knew that. It was learning that there was a boy involved. Not the one on the roof either. That Kirsi had a son no one had ever seen, not even old Fur Trader who claimed to know her for years. What was he supposed to think when there was a flinching, angry at the world woman, and a mysteriously absent child? Of course his own childhood colored the whole situation. Put a pit of worry in his stomach. And made it grow now that she was being so defensive. There had been very little information in the reply Lady Ironeyes sent. Maybe she was covering for a citizen of her city.

If so, he seemed destined not to know. Whatever frustrations Kirsi was feeling were channeled into her righteous annoyance now. She made it very clear that she wasn’t interested in anything Arkyn had to offer. Because she seemed to think he couldn’t offer much. Face tense with the insult he nodded knowingly. Eyes sharp in their assessment of her exposed opinion. ”Better late than never.” He said coolly as he stepped away from the space. There was nothing he could do to make her trust him if she didn’t want to trust. And no way to convince her that his Summer-sky was honed for survival. It was often cast under doubt. Mostly by other men. The irony was his father had been the hardest doubter of all, and the suffering of being raised by the cruel man had been his biggest motivation to prove them all wrong. ”You’re entitled your opinion but it's just that. You don't know what I've lived through or am capable of.”

He had nothing to prove to her. He repeated the mantra, pushing it down into the sick feeling of failure at the pit of his stomach. Always there, rising up when he least expected it. The heavy knowledge of all the ways he had not been good enough. She might have been right. Maybe there was nothing he could do to help her. ”It’s one thing to survive and another to live, Kirsi. You might be able to take care of yourself but you’ll never know what your life could be if you don’t let others care too. ” That was none of his business, of course. So he gave a tap to the top beam of her fence and pointed to the roof. ”I hope this kid knows what he’s doing. I’ll send someone with the permit papers for you to fill out. Have a good day.”

Kirsi

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Re: Cradle Rockers
« Reply #7 on: March 30, 2019, 03:57:37 PM »

”Of course you did!” Kirsi scoffed, eyes rolling heavenward. Of course! Permits to fix her fence. Her eyes rolled heavenward. Smug. He was smug, lips twisting into a smile that was practically a sneer. ”I hope your work is up to grade.” She huffed, jerking her finger back to her palm. Hand tucked away. Infuriating man. Kirsi shouldn’t have goaded or engaged. He was a danger to her. To everything she held dear.

But she did it anyway. Saw how the blood flowed to the surface of his skin. Darkening it from dusky to scarlet. Kirsi’s elbows rose from her body in a shrug. Filling the dwindling space between their bodies. Two knobby wards to keep him away. ”Maybe I would. I’ll have them added on to my remodel.” She snapped at him, jaw hardening as he nearly pressed through the fence. Kirsi thought she should have been afraid. She might have been afraid. He was a warlord prince. But she was too used to Peregrine’s outbursts. The crackle of power that singed. Deep enough to break her. Too used to Kite and his strange placidity.

She couldn’t be afraid. Not of him.

”Enough! You knew enough to pass it along to those who knew nothing!” For good reason! She screamed internally. For good reason. But Peregrine had promised Ironeyes wouldn’t dig deeper. That she was watching Peregrine and not Kirsi. Empty vessel. No one saw her except this damn nosy Sjef and Peregrine when he had need of her. Biting her cheeks, Kirsi’s tongue snapped violently against the roof of her mouth. ”Sometimes they are the same thing.” Too damn late it might as well be never. He wouldn’t understand. Couldn’t because Kirsi would never explain it to him.

”The same could be said in reverse, Sjef.” He withdrew. It was just Kirsi at the fence now. The wind catching her skirt and battering the fabric against Wildling’s woodwork. Her teeth gnashed at his rebuttal, hollow laughter rattling up from her stomach. Care! Care! Holding herself tight, Kirsi shook her head. That was another thing it was too late for. She didn’t know how anymore, if she ever did. How to let people care, and she refused to care back. People hurt and betrayed you. Always. Every time.

”He’s a skilled carpenter, and older than he looks. Unlike some apprentices.” Kirsi assured him with an arched brow. She ran a finger along her jaw, feeling the way the bone dipped in one spot. A reminder. Ah. Was she too broken for this? Life in a city was proving hard. How was she supposed to raise a son when she couldn’t even hold a conversation. ”Yes. Goodbye.” She stumbled over the words. Unprepared for the end of the conversation she hadn’t wanted to have. Caring. Was that like friendship? Like trying?

Arkyn Wildling

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Re: Cradle Rockers
« Reply #8 on: March 30, 2019, 11:28:08 PM »
In all his years Arkyn didn’t think he had met anyone so personally offended by a bit of kindness. It twisted inside of him, that she could be that angry over a few mended planks. If she had been gone a few more hours she would never have even known it was done. He wouldn’t defend doing what he saw as the right thing, though. Not even for a woman that flinched when a man’s hand raised. He would just be sorry for her, that the hurt ran deep enough to make such a small act upset her.

She wrapped her arms around her chest as if she were afraid he would stuff Craft down her front again. He wondered if that was the real problem. Fear that he was interested when she didn’t want interested in. Arkyn imagined she got plenty of attention from men. Plenty pretty. There was something inherently attractive about a strong woman, too. Those that didn’t notice the small signs of a person who had lived a harder than average life probably weren’t gentle with their intentions either.

So he forgave her. And gave up. Eyes rolling back with a sigh at her attitude. The temptation to nip the finger she pointed refused. And a sliver of space put back between them. All in good time since the roof-rat had come down. A familiar sort of watchfulness in his young face. The pose he stood in was docile but wary. Almost golden eyes glinting at the corner of the house where he might have gone unnoticed if Arkyn were not a hunter by nature. The Sjef could tell he was feeling them out. Waiting to see if he needed to get involved. It didn’t frighten him, but it made him curious.

”So it isn’t privacy you want, it’s seclusion. If I had known enough then I wouldn’t have needed to ask after your man in the first place.” He charged. Unsure of what exactly she was blaming him for anymore. All he had asked in the letter was if there was a man of certain jewels keeping a child in Reric. Mentioned the suspected abuse in minimal detail... Had he even used Kirsi’s name? No. He didn’t think so. ”If you suffered over the letter then you have my apology. I know better now and won’t forget Solveig was less than discreet. If you didn’t, well,” Then she was just being mean without cause. Obviously something had passed between her and her man since word had gotten back to her somehow. The Runner, he was called. Meols knew of him but pretended not to out of respect for another city’s sovereignty. He was trouble, Arkyn had heard. Blasting holes in the damn countryside. Smuggling drugs and contraband. Bad news sort. She pressed on with her upset. Trying to curb every answer he gave. He gave more instead of folding. ”No, because even if its too late to help what happened it’s never too late to care that it did. Or to help heal soul wounds.”

They were practically fighting now. And the pup had drifted closer. Thumbs in his pockets and color high on his cheeks. He didn’t like the tone of the hushed voices hissing back and forth. He stood at an angle from them with narrowed eyes on Arkyn’s hands. ”I never said it couldn’t be. The difference is I don’t underestimate you.” Which could not be said in reverse. But it didn’t matter. His temper was balanced on a hair. It was time to go. One last parting shot from the Lady hastening his retreat. Eyes shutting as if he could blink the reality away Arkyn smacked his lips. ”Pfft. She was old enough for it.” What else could he say. Older than he looked! At least the apprentice queen had looked like a grown woman! ”But if that’s what you’re using him for then I sure hope so.” Then he turned to make his way down the street. Paperwork scowled at for the rest of the day without any work really getting done.

Kite

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Re: Cradle Rockers
« Reply #9 on: March 30, 2019, 11:52:13 PM »
It was a good day for building. The smell of freshly split timber lingering on his hands and wafting up from the tall stack of planks he had spent a week making. Overhead a bright sky to work by. A good customer in Kirsi who never went out of her way to give him a hard time. He should have suspected it was too perfect. It didn’t even take long for the hard time find him. A dark browed Sjef who’s name he couldn’t remember wandered around not long after Kite had gotten up on the roof.

At first it was fine. Just the same passing interest most people showed when there was a craftsman at work. But he was down there doing something to Kirsi. And Kite supposed as her friend he ought to check it out once the strained edge of hissing voices distracted him from his measurements. Threads of Craft  marking the points where he would bury support beams into the ground. Sectioning off a square from Kirsi’s lawn to become her new infirmary. To keep customers out of the house. Or patients, he supposed they were called since she was a healer and all. A smart idea, he thought, erecting plans for a shop of his own at the back of his mind.

Work for another day. This one was for Kirsi. Probably the whole week, really. He had to make it just right, since the Sjef had said cast some rather rude warning about poor craftsmanship around. Once he was down on the ground with them Kite tried his best not to listen in overmuch. Partially out of respect for the lady. And also because he would rather not get into a spat with someone that could have him arrested. It was hard though. He found himself leaning against the corner of Kirsi’s house with a frown. Arms folded over his chest while he wondered at the layers between their conversation.

Whatever passed between the two passed quickly. The older warlord prince going from half leaning over the fence to flouncing off- hair whipping around to follow. Having only caught bits and pieces, mostly about the bad building, which was insulting, Kite wasn’t sure where to start up his own conversation with Kirsi. He was not very good at confrontation and even worse with women. The Sjef must have insulted Kirsi too because she was spitting mad. Rounding nearer once they were alone again he toed a small pebble with his boot. ”He has a lot of hair.” Kite remarked to break the ice on the topic. Not sure at all that she wouldn’t turn her annoyance on him next. ”For the record I’m probably older than he is, and I didn’t mean to listen in but I filed for the permits. Contractors generally do.” Not that a Sjef would know, that had nothing to do with his job as far as Kite knew.

Kirsi

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Re: Cradle Rockers
« Reply #10 on: March 31, 2019, 07:49:51 AM »

”He’s not my man,” Kirsi snapped. She wanted no man. Plenty tied up with Peregrine without adding any sort of possession to the mix. ”You didn’t need to know anything to mind your damn business!” If he had known enough! Did he require a person’s whole life story in order to not go digging for more? Kirsi’s lip curled in disgust, eyes rolling as she turned a cheek to his answer. Knew enough! Meddling ass. Tsking apologies at her. The well he tacked in at the end making Kirsi want to scream. ”Well,” she growled in a huff before turning on him.

”Soul wounds. Very poetic, Sjef, but only one of us is the healer and it isn’t you.” Soul wounds! Kirsi’s shoulders rounded defensively. She was fine! Her soul was fine! There was a burning behind her eyes that made her angry. A thickness in her throat that kept anymore words from coming out. What did he expect to do to help her anyway? Pat her back and tell her it was all over? Of course it was over. Kirsi had ended it.

Just not soon enough.

”Bah!” Was all she could reply. Of course he didn’t underestimate her! She wore the Red. Had Kirsi bent her mind to it she could have leveled Meols. Or at least taken half the city down before they stopped her. But she’d rankled his pride, and in her spitefulness, Kirsi dug at the wound. She’d heard the rumors about him. Especially once she had started listening. Wildling merely turned it back on her, making Kirsi jerk away as he departed. ”Ass!” She jabbed at his departing back, whirling away from the fence to find Kite at her back. Kirsi’s eyes bulged and she nearly stepped backward into the fence.

She hadn’t noticed him sneaking up on them. Sighing, she sagged back against the top beam of the fence and waited. It was usually best to let Kite go first, she’d noticed. And he did, making her snort. ”Manifestation of his ego.” Meddling asshole. Kirsi turned a bland face on Kite, noticing the almost nervousness about him. Her hands flexed over the wood, wishing it were a certain sjef’s neck. ”I wish I’d known that.” Her tone promised nothing good would have come of it. ”Did you get them? Are they heavy enough to beat a man to death with?” Kirsi mused before standing upright again with a sigh.

”So much for keeping my head down.” She complained, heading toward the house. ”How is the addition looking?” She asked him as she went. Could still feel the tension in her muscles and the ache in her jaw. Not to mention the disturbing urge to cry.

Kite

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Re: Cradle Rockers
« Reply #11 on: March 31, 2019, 07:16:58 PM »

”Warlord princes.” Kite said in apology for the caste as a whole. Bare shoulders rolling up towards his ears and fingers spreading to show his palms to the sky. Nothing much else had to be said. The caste and big egos went hand in hand. At least that’s what everyone said. Apparently he was atypical on that front. The rest of the stereotypes fit alright, but he’d never been easily rankled by words. Too much a pinnacle of modesty to be wounded at jabs to his pride.

He shot Kirsi a shy smirk. ”They stay in the permits office on file once the paperwork is done.” Uncoiling a lanky finger from his pocket he wagged it up and down her length. ”You could ask Perry how does that smashing business with his shields. I’m sure he’d teach you.” Peregrine was never against teaching anyone various methods of smashing. The innuendo was not lost on him, but he didn’t blush. Trusting Kirsi not to make the same childish joke his brain belated had.

”Speaking from experience, if you don’t mind my opinion-” Kite started, his own head ducked down as he eyed the grass under his boots. ”keeping your head down makes you stand out more. People want to know why, and all that. Better off just being genial if you want to go unnoticed. Nice people are boring, and boring people don’t attract attention.” No ever thought about Kite until they needed him. And then, only if they knew he was worth needing. People in general tended to forget he existed. It was easy to be unremarkable next to his brother.

Head swiveling towards the wood pile he nodded, face brightening as he turned to thoughts of the work ahead. ”Everything is marked, I’ll have the foundation dug out tonight and the frame up tomorrow. You’ll have a functioning infirmary by the end of the week.” He did not tell her that someone from the court would have to come around and inspect it. They knew his work, and he thought if he could work up the balls to go in he could convince the head carpenter to leave Kirsi alone. Their approach to all things Peregrine related was ‘better not to ask questions as long as nothing is on fire’. ”I’ll get back to it, actually. Give a shout if you need me.” She would not, he knew.
 

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