AINO
Aino waved away all the apologies with a gruff but well-intending shake of her head. "Think nothing of it," she urged, that lopsided smile returning to tease out a dimple. "Sympathy, compliments - they taste the same. I ain't doing what I do to be praised, and when people do I don't know what to feel 'bout it." For many reasons, but perhaps mostly because her kindness stemmed from a sense of duty and responsibility, rather than genuine desire to care for others. If it was up to her, and there was anyone remotely capable of taking over her job, she would be gallivating off to do completely different things.
But she told Sah none of that. Instead she merely stomped up to a neaby house and borrowed a shovel from their porch, to offer the young man. "Knock yerself out," she told him with a grin. "One think you no doubt have learned already; there is always snow to be shoveled in Halo."
And that was what she would be doing for the rest of the day. Any other banter from her side would be light and good-natured, the sort of ribbing an older sister or relative might offer. However long Sah ended up enduring it for, by the time they parted ways Aino's mood had improved quite a bit, and she waved him off with another job offer - if he ever had the time.
- FIN
But she told Sah none of that. Instead she merely stomped up to a neaby house and borrowed a shovel from their porch, to offer the young man. "Knock yerself out," she told him with a grin. "One think you no doubt have learned already; there is always snow to be shoveled in Halo."
And that was what she would be doing for the rest of the day. Any other banter from her side would be light and good-natured, the sort of ribbing an older sister or relative might offer. However long Sah ended up enduring it for, by the time they parted ways Aino's mood had improved quite a bit, and she waved him off with another job offer - if he ever had the time.
- FIN
For the good times that we share,
and the bad times that we'll have
and the bad times that we'll have
