Catching the sun in baskets. What sort of asinine fairytale was this - oh, that's right, literally a tale of the Fae. If she didn't put some stock in the fact that it might be better to pay respects to some traditions if only for the sake of not being on someone else's shit list she absolutely would have turned up her nose and scoffed at the whole affair. But instead she trudged her way out to the Fields, hunting for grasses suitable to making a basket. That bit would be the easy part. She could logically deduce what a good basket material was based on baskets she had seen before, but as far as weaving it? Let's just say home-makery nonsense had not been in the Launceleyn training pedagogy. After gathering enough materials Zariah sat down right where she was, glaring at what she had gathered. She did not like feeling stupid, because she knew she wasn't, but she certainly felt stupid now as she glared at the grass. The family head picked at a few pieces, starting to try and logic her way to crafting something resembling a basket. Zariah I won't be held down by who I used to be |
[SE][OPEN] They Did Not Train Me For This
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the Merciless
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05-14-2019, 04:13 AM
Ever since summer had come, Peter had been bored. Ever since he’d come to Caido, he’d felt like he was drifting, but it seemed worse now than before. The few connections he’d made had either been missing for some time, or were too busy to keep him company. Wandering the settlement had lost some of its lustre now that he was familiar with it, so Peter had widened his roaming range. People had been talking about the barrier coming down, a great forest now open to explore. It seemed his destination was not to be though, Peter barely making out of the fields before he was distracted. A woman, sitting in the field with a pile of grass in front of her. He watched her quietly for a moment, trying to make sense of what he was looking at. She was dangerous, Peter could recognize that from a mile away, and enough so that even he was wary, though he still crept towards her on quiet feet. Peter stopped well out of arms reach, holding his tongue a moment longer to consider his words carefully so he could speak clearly. ”Excuse me,” He began, his head bowed respectfully but his eyes watching her hands, ”do you need... help?” PETER
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05-14-2019, 05:29 PM
Peter was glad he’d been so cautious, now that he was closer, and she was speaking to him. She reminded him of people he’d worked for in the past, so long ago now it nearly felt like a dream, or maybe a nightmare. ”Peter. I’m Peter.” His name fell from his mouth quickly, the only part of her words that he could respond to without thought. ”Who are you?” A basket? Peters brows pinched together as he looked at the tangle of grasses she’d thrown between them. It could be the beginning of a basket, albeit a very large, loose one. ”You’re not...” He stopped himself before he said something stupidly rude and started again. ”I can... show you how to make a basket.” PETER
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05-14-2019, 06:23 PM
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05-15-2019, 02:27 AM
The blankness on the woman’s face and the shortness of her response were both familiar to Peter. It gave him a reference of how to hold himself. His own postured straightened out quickly, his hands folding neatly in front of him. Peter recognized the test for what it was, and tried to weigh the pros and cons and quickly as he could. There was no way he could read what she wanted, and his immediate instinct told him to lie, flatter her, but... he was more afraid of what would happen if he was caught in a lie. “You weren’t... doing it right.” Peter knelt, and reached out to grab the weaving she had done already, undoing it surprising quickly given the thick layer of scars that covered his hands. He just wanted to move past the words he’d said, and hope she would as well. It had been a very long time since he’d done anything crafty like making a basket, but the memory had never left his hands. He started the base, moving slowly so she could see how he wove it. Nothing hard, but something that needed to be learned, or at least shown. Peter held it back out to her, once he’d finished the base and started the sides. PETER
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05-15-2019, 01:51 PM
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05-15-2019, 06:53 PM
Peter let out a breath he hadn’t been he’d been holding when she didn’t respond poorly to his words. There had been so little to work with, and most people had some kind of tell for what they wanted. The whole interaction was beginning to feel like a test he hadn’t agreed to, but that he wanted to excel in regardless. It seemed his silent example was all the woman needed to take over, which was another relief. He didn’t know any other way to teach. Once her fingers had the trick of it, she turned back up to him, Peters eyes lingering a moment on the basket in her hands before lifting to meet her glance. His story? He didn’t know how to tell it without trembling, how to cut it down to just the important things when it was all important, but... he would have to try. ”Carrengay. Peter Carrengay. And it’s not... I’m not military.” He wondered absently if that would have been preferable, the idea had never come to him. ”I was... raised, and trained to... take care of problems.” Blue eyes had gone distant, Peter looking back on faraway things. ”I was the... favourite. Good at listening. Good at following.” That barely scratched the surface of his story, but hopefully it was mostly what she was looking for. PETER
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05-15-2019, 07:02 PM
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05-15-2019, 08:04 PM
”Trained in... anything that seemed useful. Stealing, fighting, killing.” Peter looked down at his hands, wondering if he should complete the list, then decided against it. ”The man -monster- ”who I... worked under was... ambitious. And loud. I did things... quietly.” Reaching out for the basket, Peter tucked the edges back into themselves, glad for the momentary distraction of the work. He couldn’t keep quiet forever though, so he passed the basket back again when he had done about half of the edge, and continued. ”He made a mistake. He was... we were taken to a... a... a facility.” Peter shrugged, not really sure he was using the right word but figuring it would get the idea across. ”I escaped, and... worked for a different man. And then I came here.” And that really was it, wasn’t it? A life of fighting for other people, of listening to orders, and then... this sudden freedom. He missed the order, the simplicity of doing as he was told. It was the only thing he missed. PETER
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05-15-2019, 08:13 PM
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05-15-2019, 08:42 PM
Peter caught the shift in her face and froze before he could really parse it, a rabbit that had seen a hawks shadow. His eyes flicked between her face and the ground, afraid to linger too long, but more afraid of missing some hint of what it meant. The question caught Peter off guard. ”Magic.” He repeated softly, as if he didn’t understand. His abilities were not well liked in his home, and as much as he wanted to hide it, keep himself protected, he couldn’t. He nodded, then with a flourish of his fingers called a blade, sharp and untouched, to his hand. Fingers wrapped around the blade automatically before Peter caught himself, remembered what he was doing, and flipped it, holding the blade delicately and offering her the handle. ”Like this?” PETER
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05-15-2019, 10:13 PM
All of the worry dropped away from Peters heart in an instant as Zariah’s face cracked in a grin. Either he had done well, passed whatever test this was, or he hadn’t, and he could face whatever consequences came with that. But the test itself was over. Peter reached out to take the blade back when it was offered, his fingers stopping, hovering around it as she began to speak, her eyes pinning him still. Her words seemed to be dragged from his very core, shredding away at him, but somehow soothing him at the same time. She knew him, knew what he needed. She could provide it, he would have a rock, something, someone to turn to, to listen to. He leaned in, drank in her words like water and silently wished for more. Honestly, what she was suggesting sounded almost too good to be true. Peters eyes searched her face for any hint of a lie, a trick, and dishonesty, but her face, like her tone, were ironclad. And then, somehow, it got better. It became an offer, but not just for work, for a family. Peter had already been convinced, the prospect of a purpose singing to him like an angel, but the prospect of a family was something he could not refuse. Without a thought, he was nodding, hand closing around the offered blade like it was as good as a handshake. ”Yes. Yes.. His voice wavered for the first time, his emotions getting the best of him. ”I-I want that, I want to... I want to join, I want to...” Peter clapped a hand over his mouth, stopping the ugly torrent of words, but still nodded, almost frantically. PETER
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