window shopping

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Kirsi

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Black Widow Healer
  • Played By: dergon

    Glacia Kaeleer
    65 Posts    93 marks
window shopping
« on: September 13, 2018, 08:18:30 PM »

She was just the vessel. Kirsi swallowed, fingers chasing her lower lip as she wished the crowds away. People. Humanity. They swirled around her, passing her on the street as she tried not to freeze in place. Steps slower than the teaming. They were almost a blur. Moving around her in ones or twos. Witches with escorts. Men loose on the world.

She hadn’t slept well. Could feel it on the edges of her psyche, like a fraying. Exhaustion. Civilization.

She was just the vessel. There was no room for fear or anxiety. Her feet moved, remembering the way to all the usual places she sold her brews and bought her supplies. Shoulders hunching, ducking, and twitching away from contact. Eyes shying away as well. Kirsi conducted her business as she usually did. Quietly and with as few words as possible. Polite without being encouraging.

Almost. Almost she’d left the marks behind. Not hers, but the small wallet Peregrine had left behind. Wounded pride wanting to scorn them, and through them, him. She’d slipped them into her pocket on her way out. Felt the weight of them every step of the long walk to Meols proper. Now she used them to buy a room at the inn. And a meal to fill her belly, a cup of strong ale to go with it. Tasting of rich, loamy things, the head tickling her nose.

Kirsi had asked, in that quiet, polite way she’d acquired, about houses. Something small and not too crowded. A simple house for a simple woman. Enough room for a garden, and a little to spare for a side yard. That it was meant for a boys restless play they didn’t need to know. Space from the heavy press of the city to better soothe her patients, and her widows temper, of course.

There were plenty to answer her questions. Loud voices shouting over each other from various tables as the girl wiped her table and tried to fill Kirsi in. So many voices pressing the air in around her ears until she wished she hadn’t asked, sinking deeper and deeper into her seat, trying to disappear. The bartender scolded, and the girl slipped away to give her some room to eat and breathe in.





Arkyn Wildling

    Yellow to Summer-sky
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Glacia Kaeleer
    25 Posts    0 marks
Re: window shopping
« Reply #1 on: September 13, 2018, 11:46:30 PM »

Ale wouldn’t do. Not today. So Arkyn fingered the shot glass he had freshly emptied. The flavor of its vodka still tingling the inside of his lips. A paper cut on the edge of his calloused fingertip burning with the alcohol. He wanted another but went without.

All he had was his reputation, and he wouldn’t risk it over a touch of stress relief. Legs solid rather than lanky, he rested an ankle on his knee. Looking much  more relaxed than he felt. Court problems stayed at court, though, and he was here to forget the City was being run by a child.

”One more, miss.” He decided. As long as he wasn’t falling over drunk no one would gossip. By comparison his Jewels didn’t hold up well to fast or heavy drinking. But Arkyn was well used to tempering his own wants for the good of a whole.

When the bartender came down the row he refilled the small glass straight out of the bottle. Soft hazel eyes on the sjef; watchful but silent. As if he were judging the climate of the warlord prince’s temper. Arkyn didn’t have a smile to spare so he only raised one dark brow. ”Yes?” If he had questions Ark would get on with hearing them. They would come and go all night. Men and women that wanted a quick word. Always stopping him in his off time.

Arkyn tried not to mind. He had volunteered for the position, and they had generously elected him the fittest among them to do it. This time the question had not originated with the bartender. One stumpy finger pointed to a lone figure that had crouched low in her seat. Apparently the woman was new to the city and looking for housing.

Sipping instead of shooting the next swig of clear brew he carried it over to the woman’s table. Taking a seat across from her with mild curiosity. ”Arkyn,” He offered, along with his hand for shaking. ”sjef of Meols. I hear you’re planning to move to the city.” He knew a great deal about the properties in the city. And the people. Meols was the gateway to Glacia. The sjef had to know his people from the tourists. He wanted to judge this woman. Native or foreign. Probes testing he reclined in his seat, dark eyes shadowed by his heavy brow. Dark Jewels, this one. Black Widow, and maybe something else. Something softer. He didn’t dig to find out. Just made the cursory sort of press that accompanied most greetings between strangers.

Kirsi

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Black Widow Healer
  • Played By: dergon

    Glacia Kaeleer
    65 Posts    93 marks
Re: window shopping
« Reply #2 on: September 14, 2018, 11:45:48 AM »

The hubbub quieted, allowing Kirsi time to ease back into her skin instead of deep in her bones. She would need to get used to it, the press of people. The way she could feel through some of the lighter barriers. The stink of their breath and the musk of their flesh. And the noise. People were so damn noisy.

The scrape of the chair across from her pulled Kirsi’s eyes up from her plate and contemplations. Narrowing as a man sat across from her without invitation, his glass settled on her table too, as if it belonged there. Kore warily she eyed the hand he extended, before taking it, barriers bristling as he, this Arkyn, tested her depth and caste while introducing himself.

”Kirsi.” She offered in turn, trying not to stiffen or snarl. Sjef. Of all the rotten luck, she had to meet a city ruler on this day. She supposed it was bound to happen eventually. They’d probably want to haul her in front of the queen too and try and wrangle some oaths out of her. ”I’m a healer,” she said in defense of her black widow caste and her presence. Healers were of more value, she’d found. Plenty of frostbite and stupid in Glacia. She probed him back, carefully and only with her Opal.

His Jewels were light. Lighter than she expected of a Sjef, but his caste was deep. No wonder why he sat like he owned everything. A position of power and a caste of territorial temper. Warlord Prince.

”I am. Figure I’ll be easier for patients to find that way.” And she couldn’t be a mad woman in a cave. Not if she wanted her son back. She needed somewhere warm and normal to bring him when Peregrine wasn’t trying to run off to Reric with him. ”Is there room in your city for one more, Sjef Arkyn?” No need to be calling it two. Not just yet. She didn’t want to jinx it. To give in to the hope that made her pensive and jumpy.

She just hoped he wasn’t too nosy, this sjef. Or the queen either.

Arkyn Wildling

    Yellow to Summer-sky
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    Glacia Kaeleer
    25 Posts    0 marks
Re: window shopping
« Reply #3 on: September 16, 2018, 08:59:40 PM »

When the seasons had been kind to them the Nukti tribe in the nearby plains would send a few traders to peddle their handcrafts to tourists. This Kirsi reminded him of those people. Not the tribe he had been born to, but close enough that they recognized him all these years later. Even with Arkyn they were on edge, casting suspicion on everyone, afraid of… he didn't know. Persecution, perhaps. There had been centuries of war between the natives and the settlers of Glacia’s past.

After their brief handshake she sat across from him with unnatural stillness. Not stiff, or even snobby. It was just not the way someone comfortable in the situation would hold themselves. To punctuate the strangeness she answered his unspoken curiosity. ”That must be immeasurably useful.” He told her. Glacia never seemed to have enough healers, even though there was one next door to literally every shop and house. You couldn’t survive without a bit of healing knowledge, or having someone with it at your side.

He was not shy either. Caste and pale Jewels given freely. Lips wet by the swill in his glass while he wondered what she was thinking about. Looking at him with those piercing blue eyes as if she were the one with judging to do. ”That’s one benefit, I would think.” He agreed.

Where did she come from? He would have to ask later. Some place small, or strange, if she didn’t feel enough patients could find her. ”There’s always going to be room in Meols- for good people.” He promised. Not quite decided yet on if that was Kirsi.

He turned his glass idly in circles on the table. The lull too impersonal to be awkward. ”I came over because the barkeep said you were asking about houses. And I tend to keep an eye on the market.” It wasn’t his business. Not really. He got little say in who bought what. But he liked to be informed. It made criticizing the queen’s mistakes easier. ”Any particular place in the city you’re hoping to settle?”

Kirsi

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Black Widow Healer
  • Played By: dergon

    Glacia Kaeleer
    65 Posts    93 marks
Re: window shopping
« Reply #4 on: September 19, 2018, 04:16:11 AM »

Kirsi was beginning to dislike tables. She had done well enough for years without one. No sitting across from someone, trying to guess their thoughts or intent. Trying to make conversation or sell yourself like something worth bartering. She had preferred putting people back together and then sending them on their way.

”A time or two.” She told him, mouth twisted into a wry not-smile. Kirsi tried eating, but there was too much not being said. Too much sniffing back and forth. Introductions, banter, judgment. He seemed perfectly comfortable. Sitting across from her as if he sat down with strangers every day. Making small comments that chafed her skin and made her want to run away. This time Kirsi could only shrug helplessly.

Spearing a potato, Kirsi nodded, rolling the sliver of pale flesh in her fork. Good people. There was the challenge. Was she good people? Kirsi doubted it. Peregrine thought she was insane. Kirsi knew she was a murderer. But she healed people too. There had to be some balance in it, but she wasn’t sure. Kirsi’s eyes narrowed. What about him, this sjef? Was he sure.

At least he was honest about being their to judge her. What could she even say to such a thing? Proclaim herself good people? Agree? Protest? Kirsi ate the potato.

”News travels vast on small rooms.” She commented dryly, wishing the sjef had not chosen this day or this bar to drink at. Fearing her remark might seem strange, she stuck more food in her mouth. Chewing too vigorously to be able to answer his question right away. Of course he watched the market. Did he sniff at every new buyer too?

”Somewhere quiet.” Kirsi admitted once she’d been able to work her food down her throat. She finished washing it down with some of the beer, reluctant to repeat herself to the sort of man who could see her chained and sold for crimes committed. ”Not too many neighbors to disturb my patients or trample by garden.” No neighbors at all, but that wasn’t possible in a city. She just needed a house to put her boy in when Peregrine brought him home.

”I don’t need much.” She didn’t need anything. She was just the vessel. But Rias would need a roof and food and somewhere to play.

 

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