Long Time No See

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Trygve Fur Trader

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Long Time No See
« on: January 08, 2019, 03:33:48 PM »

Not often did Trygve feel the culmination of his years. Today, though, oh today he felt every ache in bones that were grown old. Too old for hiking up and down Glacia with furs strapped to his back. Tomorrow, he hoped, would be better. Whatever weather had turned the sky that dreary gray would have passed. And the prickling wound on his ribs would be mended.

Soon as he had marks for a healer. Which would not be very long now. The young man at the market stall looked his deer hides over with a practiced eye. Turning to the Furman with pursed lips. Questions on his methods winning a grizzled laugh. ”I have good aim. Why waste an inch of pelt when I can hit them in the eye. They die fast, I have less running to do, and we don’t skin their faces anyway.”

Turning a little green around the gills the casteless fellow nodded shorly. Weighing and measuring the furs with a stretch of rope notched in several places and a set of brass scales. They had just finished haggling the price when she passed behind him. Stride familiar, ear tips poking through her hair a dead giveaway. Swiping his bag of marks from the hand that held them out he nodded at the boy.

”Kirsi!” He called. Broken ribs keeping him from catching up quickly. Jogging impossible but his feet moved faster without thirty pounds of animal fur on his back. ”Slow down woman. Just me saying hello.” She was always in a hurry to be away from people. Cave-dwelling oddling.

Looking her over he decided she looked good. Better than he had ever seen, even. ”You look fucking healthy. I was worried you’d curled up and died out there somewhere.” He said, head cocking towards the distant mountains. ”Went up a few times to check on you. Didn’t realize you’d moved. Was there this morning matter of fact. Your old roommate says hello.” He laughed, patting the thick leather coat he wore. Underneath were a few chunks of skin, bruises, and sore ribs. A warning shot of sorts, from the isbyr.

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Re: Long Time No See
« Reply #1 on: January 08, 2019, 08:11:12 PM »

She would never grow used to it. Her name called through a crowd. Sound carrying over heads to pull at her ears. She had forgotten that sensation. Of being known, not just part of the crowd, but one in the crowd. Recognizable. Trying to ignore the buzzing, she twisted her hair behind her ear and ducked her head. Twisting through the other bodies.

It did not work. The buzzing continued. Conforming into a voice she recognized but would never have expected. Pausing, she looked back. Yes. Him. And she turned. ”Trygve!” This time she worked around the people to come closer instead of escape. Old fool. She had forgotten he would need to come to the city to trade his furs. Much as he lived in the wilds, he was a man of people.

”Oh? Same can’t be said about you.” There was a stiffness in the way he moved that told her he was hurt. She didn’t even batter him with probes to be sure. Foolish old man. Always a mess. Sighing, Kirsi fell in beside him, arms circling his. It was strange to be here with him like this. Out in the open. Part of the world rather than apart from it. Her eyes followed his gesture. Yes. He would have.

”Sounds like you were looking to curl up and die out there.” Gently she nudged him down the lane that lead to her house. It would be easier to treat him there. And feed him, finally able to repay some kindness. ”I know I warned you off wolf packs, must I warn you off isbyr caves? You are a poor hunter if all you do is fall into their dens.” The edges of town. Her little blue house a part of a tidy cluster of slightly similar houses. But this one was hers.

”I should have left a note, I’m sorry.” Or sought him on a thread. ”Come inside and I’ll sort whatever he did to you.” Door unlocked with her Red, she ushered him in. Still nothing in her living room. One day she would get furniture for it. But furniture was expensive, and she was mark poor after buying the house. And stocking Rias’ room. ”In the kitchen. I’ll put the kettle on and then look at you.” A good table and chairs. Chin jerking him toward them as she rattled about the kitchen. Kettle filled and put on the stove and oven lit with a little craft.

”Off with it all, or do you need help?” She called in her healers kit, lining things up on the table top, watching him for sighs of distress. Eyes and probes reading his wounds. ”How is your girl?” She questioned, pouring two bottles into a third and emptying a packet into the mix. She turned it in her hand, colors swirling until they escaped in bubbles from the top, leaving a clear drink behind. ”Drink.”

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Re: Long Time No See
« Reply #2 on: January 08, 2019, 09:20:59 PM »
With a chuckle that made his side sting Trygve shook his head at the healer. ”Always so generous with the kind words.” As barb tongued as ever! Good. It settled a season’s worth of worrying he would find her laid out on the mountain somewhere. Kirsi had always seemed strong, even when her body was weak with hunger and isolation. But he had still looked, for the better part of a day. Combing the mountain and forest below to make sure his friend’s bones were being ice washed and sun bleached.

It was nice to know his time had been wasted. Here she was looking like an actual person. Safe and well. Meeting his stride and taking his arm. They walked for a minute without Trygve sure of where they were going. He liked it anyway. Not much call for a pretty woman on his arm day to day. Usually he came to them in dank caves or houses swarming with nosy eyes.

Another chuckle made him hold his side again. Tensing for the hurt but leaning towards Kirsi with twinkling eyes. Smart mouth little chit. He hoped his own daughter was made of half that much brass. She would need it with her Dark potential. ”Well, in my defense, it was a woman’s home the last time I’d been inside. I didn’t curl up, I hauled ass out of there. And finding animal dens is a rather good quality for a hunter looking to trade in furs.” They were of a height so it was easy to tuck his chin low and give her an amused glare.

Their walk slowed down considerably in front of a row of houses. Trygve wasn’t even sure when they had turned out of the little market. He was pleased when she opened the garden fence, though. A nice, sturdy house. It reminded him vaguely of the one he had lived in when Siggie was a baby. This one was prettier. He could imagine his little friend in the front yard with a baby on her knee. A good man behind her to see she didn’t end up back in cave so dark she didn’t have to face her reflection. ”You had all this going on. Don’t blame you for not sparing a thought for old hunters that only pass through once a blue moon.” He said, motioning to the front door.

”This is a really nice place.” He commented once they had made their way inside. Bow and quiver vanished to his cabinet before he braced himself on the back of a kitchen chair and looked around. ”I’m glad for you. Buy it yourself or have you replaced the isbyr with a man?” He would be happier for her either way. Maybe a little prouder if she’d done it herself. It was strange to see her busy at the stove instead of slinging webs on his wounds in the steamy cave.

Though she had worn a lot less back there. And he had not minded the view. ”Well, if you want it all off I’ll have to charge. How about I just show you the hurting parts?” He told teased. Slowing straightening back up to work the jacket and the tunic underneath off. The former unlaced on the sides and raised up over his head slowly. Latter vanished with a tug to spare a second wave of pain. Underneath he was fit. The heavy beard and shaggy hair aged him, but for forty-two Trygve was in good shape. Body still hard, edges not yet blunted by age.

”Quite well, thanks. She’s reaching my shoulders now. Was right fascinated with that stitchwork you did on my arm last time.” Had it really been that long since he’d been around? Trygve tried to remember visiting after that. A thread to say it had healed nicely when he passed by again but he had not gone up the mountain. That was nearly a year already! ”How have you been?” He asked, swallowing down the brew she gave and standing up tall so she could inspect the wound. He had covered it with a square of cloth, which stuck to the shallow scratches on his flank

Not deep. Flesh bruised black from his nipple, which was unmaimed, to his hip. Four long scratches started just under his armpit and worked came around to nearly touch his navel. ”Just a swat to get me out of there. Had the leather on so it took some of the blow.”

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Re: Long Time No See
« Reply #3 on: January 09, 2019, 04:30:54 AM »

”Maybe, but I doubt getting mauled in them is.” Looking over at him, Kirsi laughed. Mother Night she hadn’t laughed in a long time. Not since leaving her cave, not like this. Bringing her arm up between them, she gave his beard a yank for daring to scowl at her that way. Pinching the tip of it between her thumb and first knuckle. ”Old fool,” more endearment than curse.

Maybe, Kirsi realized, she’d missed him. Something like a friend. They’d at least known each other a long time now. Long enough for her to feel comfortable with him. And Trygve was the good sort. He didn’t pry and he only ever fussed a little. ”I did. But I could have spared you, what, a few broken ribs? I’ll treat them for free this time.” No doubt he would only find some other way to get himself injured. Kirsi just hoped he was never too far from help when he did.

But the man was an idiot. They all were.

”Thank you.” Cheeks pink at the compliment. She’d had a few people inside. Patients, mostly. Enough of those that she was thinking of an addition. A sickroom. Few enough that compliments to the house she’d had so little do with were embarrassing. A cool glance of her shoulder and Kirsi chuckled. ”No man. Though I might take the isbyr back. All my neighbors are nosy.” All of them had probably watched her escort him in through their curtains or shutters.

”You’re full of cock’s crow?” Kirsi teased back, half watching his undressing to make sure he didn’t need help. Broken ribs weren’t often serious, and when they were they were usually deadly pretty quick, but they hurt like hellfire. She knew from experience. Opening a bottle of ointment, Kirsi wet two squares of cotton. Poured hot water from the kettle into a bowl and came back to really look him over.

”That tall already?” She smiled, happy for him. Happy for the girl too. Wetting a rag, she wrung the worst of the drips out and applied it to the cloth he’d stuck to himself like a fool. ”Good. You can learn a lot by looking at another healers work.” She had learned quite a bit of her craft that way. Glad so much of it came natural. Too old now to request a proper apprenticeship.

Once his binding was good and saturated, Kirsi pulled it off. Rag wet again, she wiped him down. She’d bathed wounds last time too, she remembered. How unsurprising. ”I’ve been alright.” Not good in the least, but she was surviving. ”Dryer, anyway.” Small grin tucking up her cheeks. She applied the ointment next, to clean out the wounds. ”Might tickle.” The brew taking the sting out, hopefully. Jewels made things tricky sometimes.

”So I see. Sit, I’ll make tea then weave up a web for your ribs.” Hands pushing him into a chair. She began clearing her things off the table, waiting for the kettle to whistle. ”I should go see him. Maybe before winter hits.” Though it felt like it already had. Kirsi just remembering her coat. She hung it on a peg, and poured the tea, knowing why she hadn’t gone to see the bear. Too afraid she would crawl right back into that cave and never leave.

Oven warm enough, Kirsi pulled a casserole from the cold box. She’d pressed it all together early that morning. She always felt the most useful then. Body strangely invigorated whether she’d slept or not. Putting the cups on the table, she sat across from Trygve, probe checking her fireplace to see if it needed more wood. Always burning, even in summer, with an Opal shield to keep it contained.

”You’ll stay for dinner, of course. You’re looking a bit scrawny, old man.” She drank her tea, elbows on the table, mug cupped in both hands. Trying not to laugh at having a half naked man sitting at her table. One more sip and she set it aside, calling her frame in, and a bit if glittering thread. Tongue covering her upper lip as she strung the points, and all the places in between. Different from a tangled web. This one had intent and purpose. A set shape for knitting bones. Her tea was still steaming when she finished.

”There.” Hands gentle but firm as she unhooked it from the frame, and then came around to wrap it around his side. Craft pinned it in place. Kirsi crouching at his knee and frowning at its placement. A slight adjustment, and then her Red set it good and firm, whispering the healing deep. ”It’ll come away in the morning if you don’t fuss it.”

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Re: Long Time No See
« Reply #4 on: January 09, 2019, 12:27:48 PM »
Trygve chewed one corner of his grin. Made awkward by her blushing at such a simple thing. His long hair was shaved short on either side, but he scratched behind his ear is if it tickled anyway. Eyes turned towards the table to diffuse a portion of his amusement. It was good to see her smiling and laughing. But it also made her seem more a young woman than the steam shrouded creature he had started to think of her as. Almost mystic, tolerant when he needed healing but otherwise untouchable and dour.

”I doubt moving the bear in would make them less nosy. Just less obvious about it.” Trygve didn’t chuckle this time. His smile was wide at the joke, though. Too bad she hadn’t found a spot of love. Life was cold and hard on your own. In the city she had a better chance of meeting the right sort of man. Someone who wouldn’t prickle her temper too much, or maybe someone that prickled it just enough. Women were funny like that. Turned on by the things you least expected.

Men were much simpler. Egos easy to stroke, and that was the surest way to get their affection. Eyebrows dancing at ever glance she threw his way he peeled his clothes away until his torso was bare. Worn trousers made of thick hemp cloth and held up by a strip of leather knotted at his waist. ”Why not? I’m old, not dead. If the cock’s got some crow left in him let him sing, little missy.”

Being examined with the gaze of a healer was not quite the same as being appreciated by a woman. But Trygve minded neither. Perhaps because his life had been drowning in healers for years. Toddlerhood spent straightening his legs out, half a dozen passing lovers, wounds and sores and illnesses caught in the wild needing treated. He’d found a lot of humor in Sigrid finding it as her caste. A gentle sort of irony the universe soothed his heart with after so much loss.

”Already. They grow fast. You’ll see someday.” Young enough yet to make a family. Or had she? Sometimes when she asked about his child there was a flicker of sadness in Kirsi’s eyes that made him wonder. Not that her living practically alone in a cave wasn’t enough evidence she’d suffered something. ”I suppose she’ll be off for a real apprenticeship soon. Kelda does what she can but she’s a busy woman.” Three years and Siggy would be done with her schooling. After that he’d have no way to hide her, but it wouldn’t matter anymore. She was old enough to start making her own decisions about her mother.

”Just alright?” He asked, holding still for her applications. If it burned a little on the edges he would never say. Time had made him very good at holding off flinches. Smirking he rolled one shoulder, stiff bodied so he didn’t interrupt her work.  ”Tickles already.”

Shutting one eye he raised the brow of the other at her pushing. ”Calm down, woman, I’m sitting I’m sitting.” Black Widow Healer! He had never met a queen but he was of the mind this combination was about the bossiest there ever was. Or maybe it was just Kirsi. Her time living back among people had not improved her temper a lick. Trygve kept his opinions to himself but he eyed her tea making with silent curiosity. Maybe a good lick was what that temper needed.

His own tongue ground against the roof of his mouth. He really was turning into a vulgar old man. ”Can’t say I’d mind if winter hit. Especially if it hits that bear.” Winter drove the elk he hunted into the plains. Made them easier to hunt, so he could make a good haul then head home for a few weeks. Less work. More time with Siggy. What more could a man want?

There were things, of course. Tracking Kirsi from cold box to oven he was reminded of them. But they were not things Trygve had made time for. Sons to go along with his daughter. A wife. Maybe one of those tall shaggy hunting dogs to curl up in front of a fireplace after a goods day work. Things not in the stars for Trygve anymore. Twice he had tried to settle down in houses of his own, tried to make a family. And he had lost everything both times. Thankfully the Darkness was merciful enough to give Siggy back. He wouldn’t tempt fate trying again. ”Oh, well, since you’re twisting my arm and calling me names. I suppose.”

Dinner and free healing? He must have been cashing in his year’s allotment of luck all at once. He wrinkled his nose and patted his chest before finishing half his tea in one long gulp. ”You must be awfully lonesome if you’re willing to put up with this scrawny old man’s company.” Of all the things he had been called in life scrawny was not the cruelest. Far from true, too. He was lean, in that way of men that ran long distances. Not bulky despite his shortness.

”You smirking at me, girly?” He asked over the rim of his cup. Kirsi’s expression was silly, like she was eating laughter. He didn’t know what reason she had to laugh at him but he smiled back anyway. She gave up her abuse to weave a little web, so he was quiet while she worked. Taking his time with the rest of the tea in his mug. As fascinated as ever with the quick twists and delicate dabbing that turned shimmering thread into webs.

When she came around he turned in his chair to give her room to apply the Craft. A bit cool on his skin until she had placed it just right. Then a warm layer of her Red to make it stay put. He bounced the knee she sat by. Turning dirty old man thoughts away and tucking his arms between his thighs. ”When do I ever fuss?” Not often. There wasn’t any desire for possession in his blood. Just a bit of protective instinct. And he wouldn’t fuss the work either. Trailing prey took deep breaths, and deep breaths on broken ribs were like being scalded on the inside. ”Thanks, Kirsi. I appreciate it.”

”So how do you like city living? The nosy neighbors and the cute house? It suits you, I think.” He was willing to bet she would have a made a cute little woman. Would make one, when the right sort of patient person came along. ”You know, Meols was the first city I ever lived in. Grew up in that old monastery over the ruins across the way.”

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Re: Long Time No See
« Reply #5 on: January 09, 2019, 07:26:42 PM »

Kirsi snorted, because it was true, what he said. They would still look at her through their windows. Stare at her house when they walked by on their business. They just might pop up on the other side of her fence with greetings or questions less often. The idea had appeal. And again, indelicate sound that it was. "I think he knocked the sense out of your head too." Eyebrows bouncing back at him mockingly.

Old fool.

He chased her amusement. Smile tightening at the corners. Someday. He wasn't wrong again. "I'd like that." Someday. To see how tall the infant of her memories was now. She'd never get the in between back, but there were years of growing left in her boy. Somewhere. Someday. Swallowing her sorrow, Kirsi mastered her emotions so as to not spoil Trygve's healing. It wouldn't do to leave him with ribs as crooked as his beard.

"I'm sure you'll find someone to take her on, with a nice steady Jewel like she's got." Not her. Kirsi wasn't a teacher. The way she'd learned had been too backward to pass down. But she would keep an ear open for anyone good enough for Siggy. "I'll keep my eye out for a good one. We just won't tell them about her scowling." A good safe one, so he wouldn't have to worry during her apprenticeship.

Maybe someone close so Kirsi could keep an eye out.

"Mhm." What did he expect? She was grand, surrounded by strangers and nosy neighbors. Sjef's knocking about in her yard. But it wasn't Trygve's fault, he didn't know. "Good, makes up for when it'll hurt later." It wouldn't actually, but sometimes the thread made people behave better. Got them to sit down without complaining. Or just to shut up at all. She'd had patients like that. With mouths that never stopped.

"You just want his pelt, you old trader." Dinner started and tea readied. She liked hers plain this time of day, but brought cream in case he wanted some. She was fresh out of sugar. Which meant she'd  have to make yet another trip into market. A trip she dreaded but didn't have to make yet. A moments quiet at the table before she wove her web. "I admit, I haven't had any settling company in a while."

Things always went bad between her and Peregrine. Neighbors and patients didn't count. And Wildling was the man she had to be wary of. Lawman. Trygve was... easy. Somehow, she could breathe. Laugh like she wasn't missing half her soul. Smoothing the web over his ribs, she shook her head, glancing up at him. "When you're being foolish." She'd felt his probes before. Fussing at her in a quiet way that didn't annoy.

"You're welcome. At least this time you didn't bleed all over my floor." Standing, she dusted her hands off on her thighs and sat back down. Tea picked up again, she cocked her head and shrugged her shoulders. Question hardly considered because she already knew the answer. "I don't." Smile flashing over the rim of her cup. "The house is nice, but the neighbors are awful, and there's too many damn people everywhere." She hated it most days, drowning her anxiety in calming brews. At least she didn't feel the need to peel her skin off and run away every second of every day.

Just sometimes.

"Did you? I thought you were raised by a pack of rabid dogs out on a glacier." She swished tea in her mouth, eyes squinting in the direction of the ruins. She couldn't see them, but she could see hoar frost gathering along her window panes. It was going to be a cold night. She wouldn't be letting him leave after dinner. She'd find somewhere to put him.

"Was it nice? The monastery?" Seemed a dreary place for a boy to grow up. Trygve had turned out well enough, Kirsi thought. Really she didn't know him well, though, did she? But she had an interest in how boys grew to men, eyes drifting toward the loft. Heavy crate of webs hidden from sight by her illusion web. She renewed it once a month, every month. Same time she would have started her moontime if... well.

"Should be warm enough now." Dish pulled from the oven, Kirsi filled two plates and let them clatter on the table. Hard to pull her thoughts back. She'd weave a web after Trygve had gone to sleep. She could feel the itch of it working down from her elbows to her fingers. "Have you lived in a lot of cities?" She asked, taking a bite. Left over vegetables and a scrawny chicken with whole lot of thick gravy. It needed biscuits, but she didn't know how to make those.

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Re: Long Time No See
« Reply #6 on: January 10, 2019, 12:00:06 PM »

”Appreciate it, Kirsi. Hard for someone like me to know if a healer’s worth their snuff.” Although he had been slowly testing half the ones in Glacia with wounds in need of mending for the last forty years. He had enough confidence in Siggy to believe she would do well under just about anyone. That might have been a bit of fatherly bias, but he didn’t care. He was proud of her regardless.

He was also ready for his side to stop aching. Thankfully Kirsi’s brews, bad as they tasted, never too very long to work. Made chuckling a bit easier. Pain not quite gone but abated enough that he could speak and give a little laugh without wanting to double over again. ”Only as badly as he wants to gnaw my bones. Just think what a handsome carpet he would make for your sitting room.”

Trygve was only teasing. He had never purposely hunted any Kindred. But he was still a hunter, cunning if not very smart. Sometimes he made mistakes. And the Kindred knew damn well he was sentient when they tried biting him in the arse. So he forgave his own mistakes quickly. ”Settling company. I guess I could be that for an old friend.” It was true enough he’d never been an unsettling sort of man. Calm compared to most. A listener but not much of a thinker. Too focused on himself to worry about judging others.

He thought Kirsi was good company too. If sharp around the edges. She asked just enough to be polite without prying. Plus she was pretty. ”Well people tend to collect in cities.” He laughed, echoing the smile she threw at him over her tea. Poor woman. ”The nice thing about a crowd is how easy it makes blending in. I’m willing to bet all these busy people notice you about two-thirds less than you think they do.”

Either she had not much known kindness or she had been too long away from it. Trygve didn’t know, but he was glad she was in the city. People needed people. You couldn’t just trudge on alone forever. He had tried after Nuna and the baby. Old wound still a soreness in his heart. With a small sigh he shifted lower in his seat and sipped more on what was left of his tea. Ruining her work with memories wouldn’t do either of them any good. So he turned from it and made conversation instead.

”They’d probably bite me less often if I had.” He told her with a smirk. Fiddling with the frayed end of his leather belt while they talked and the hearty aroma of her casserole wafted out of the oven. It reminded him that breakfast had been a long way off. Stomach growling its complaint between sentences so that he curled his nose at her and laughed apologetically. ”It was an old ass monastery on top of a ruin. It was boring, and I had no interest in their stuffy priesthood. They sent me out when I was twelve, and I started working the caravan routes until I learned hunting. Liked it better, so I’ve done that since.”

He sat up when she shifted into thoughts of her own. Eyes far away, staring at nothing up in her small empty loft. They were quiet while she contemplated whatever was on her mind. Trygve fingering the strands of his braided leather until she was present again. He waited on the food too, quiet and polite until she had settled back in her chair. After she’d started eating he picked up his own fork. Turning her question around in his mind while chewing. Once he’d gotten the bite down he shrugged a bit. ”I’ve seen them all. Lived here, in Frykat, and now I stay in Odense to be with Siggy.” It had been a long, long time since he’d gone anywhere near Frykat, though. And he couldn’t help hoping she wouldn’t ask.

”What about you? Meols always been home?” He had never asked, things like allegiance and queen vows had never been important to Trygve. Probably because he wasn’t important. Inconsequential Jewels. Skills of no court value. He didn’t mind it that way either. Made his work feel more wholesome not to serve anyone in particular with his furs and meat. ”Damn, I was hoping it would just be rain.” He grumbled, eyes catching the window. Frost had covered nearly the whole thing but he recognized the wet cling of sleet against the outside pane.

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Re: Long Time No See
« Reply #7 on: January 10, 2019, 06:51:55 PM »

”I think I’m done with the stink of bear for a while, Trygve.” Much as she ached to go backwards some days, Kirsi knew there could only be forward. She had to learn to live this life again. This time it could be different. A new city, no husband or parents to make the rules for her. She could make a good life for herself, somehow. ”Would you want to be the unsettling sort?” Kirsi put to him, eyebrow raised in question.

”I’ve noticed.” Safety in numbers. Warmth behind walls and shields. Life. So much of it a person could be swallowed whole without anyone noticing. Kirsi had been that sort before. ”I wish my neighbors would be busier then.” She still didn’t know what had passed between them and Peregrine, doubting his story. More frightening was that she was growing used to the intrusion.

They relaxed over tea. Trygve telling her about his childhood, eliciting snorts of dismayed understanding. She had never wanted to be a farmer or a farmers wife. At least the priests had had the good grace to turn Trygve free. Was her son an orphan in some monastery? Or trapped living a life he couldn’t escape from? Ill thoughts. ”Odense.” Kirsi used it as an anchor to drag herself back to the kitchen table. ”Never been there.”

Wished she hadn’t. How stupid of her to ask. It always turned the question around in kind. Shaking her head, Kirsi ran her fingers over her lips. ”No.” Did she have to answer? Cheeks puffing as she struggled with it. ”I was born in Reric, what feels a million years ago.” She shrugged, as if it was so long ago it didn’t matter anymore. ”Meols will do. Not sure I’ll ever swear myself to a place.” Or a person.

Kirsi smiled. ”Sorry, old man, you’re stuck here with me tonight. Unless you want to go out there and freeze your balls off.” Her fork waved toward the door, fingers wiping food from her lip. Those she wiped on her skirts. ”You can have my room. I won’t be sleeping much tonight.” She’d be too busy weaving to do more than catch a nap in her chair. Or if she got real tired, there was Rias’ bed. Just big enough for her to curl tight in. Surely her scent wouldn’t be amiss in his blankets.

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Re: Long Time No See
« Reply #8 on: January 12, 2019, 07:01:20 PM »
Trygve didn’t know how long her web would take to start its work. He was sure her brew was working just fine, though. Small, sighed peels of laughter turning into belly rumbles as they chatted. ”Sometimes a woman needs unsettling. And I’m always happy to oblige.”

Their conversation skirted one topic to the next until they’d settled on getting a tad more personal than usual. ”Odense is nice. Solid sort of place, not much shenanigans. To be expected with Jewels like that overseeing the place.” For Trygve it was a delicate subject. The sort that made him hedge a little. The same, he was sure, could be said of Kirsi. Hedging around his answer before giving any sort of her own. There was enough time for Trig to consider telling her that she didn’t have to say. Not enough for him to vocalize the offer.

”Don’t say that.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood in the room. Talking about her home city seemed to make her nervous in a way he wasn’t used to seeing. ”I’m old and ragged enough with you tacking on a few hundred millennia.” Even though he only felt his age some days. It was frightening to look back and realize his life was nearing its halfway point. He had not done nearly as much as he had hoped.

Reaching over the table he patted Kirsi’s hand. ”Meols is a good city. Doesn’t take much to get things to grow. A young, pretty queen to keep the guards on their toes. The Sjef is a fair man. You can’t really ask for more from a place to live.” After thinking it over a minute he winked and added, ”Except maybe a nice tall privacy fence.”

They both noted the weather.Trygve with worry. He hadn’t found  a room for the night. Kiris with a bit of humor. A solution offered. ”I’ve slept in worse, and froze my balls off plenty of nights. I could pitch my tent in the yard, really get your neighbors gabbing.” They smiled at one another over quickly emptying plates. His grin twitching slightly as some of the warlord slipped out. ”No ma’m. I’ve got my bed roll. I can put down in your other room.” What sort of man would he be to take over a lady’s room? Even if she wasn’t going to sleep in it? Not a very polite one, he was sure. Leaning back to make room for his filled stomach he bobbed his eyebrows at her and wiggled his beard. ”I know, I know- you’re thinking I’m good at warming beds. But that takes two and if you’re not sleeping I’ll just pick a spot in front of the fireplace. Like an old dog.”

Kirsi

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”I can imagine.” Peregrine was just a warlord, but his Jewels could be oppressive. Kirsi did not want to imagine such power on a queen. Perhaps there was balance in his casual use of his power to serve himself, and something a little darker, she heard the lady wore a Red birthright, serving the people. Or forcing them to serve her? A frightening thought, but Trygve chased it away, making her laugh.

”Come now, you aren’t that old.” She rocked a brow at him, lips curling into a smirk. ”Almost, but not quite.” He would probably live longer if he stopped trying to get himself killed by animals in the wilderness, but Kirsi had fussed him enough about that. She would save one more reminder for when he left. Maybe. Kirsi thought of reminding him he’d left Meols as he tried to console her about her choice in cities.

The sjef!

”Or a wall.” Surely young men drunk on power would be less likely to blow through a stone fence. Save Kirsi visits fair sjef’s. She rubbed the hear from her cheeks at the memory. She was becoming foolish, living in the middle of all these people. Laughing, she shook her head. ”No more, please! They would probably come knock on your tent flap, and at least one would try to feed you, or give you a cat.” And then they would harass her for leaving him out there. It was horrifying.

Trygve would not take her room though. Kirsi shook her head in quick denial. ”No.” She said sharply before remembering herself. Sighing, she cupped the back of her neck with her hands and squeezed. ”That is my son’s room. I want to leave it clear of other psyches.” Until he could use it and saturate the walls with his own. She smiled apologetically, and began clearing the table. ”Alright, Trygve. You can have the floor. I’ll even let you use my tub in the morning and trim that critter you have growing on your face.”

She considered him for a moment, dishes piling into the sink as it filled with hot water. Her bed was big and empty, and he was not unattractive for an older man. But that was another complication she did not need. And a shift in their easy friendship she did not want to risk. So instead Kirsi merely kissed his furry cheek good night before retreating to weave a web.

 

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