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Post by Cecilia Ragnvald on Jun 26, 2014 20:01:58 GMT -6
Ce que je cherche c’est l’aventure | The owner had asked her who that was as soon as she entered the small kitchen, but Cecilia put off answering him until she had scrounged for a clean breakfast setting. 'A guardian shield', she said. Or a guardian shield in training, which was practically the same thing to her anyway. 'He looks like a drowned rat,' the owner commented. She shrugged. 'He did fall in the stream. ' Cecilia was nonchalant about it, like it was one of those things that happened everyday (and, okay, she'd be giggling about it later, but she knew it would be rude to start laughing the moment she was ought of Miles' sight).
Cecilia scrubbed the dirt from under her nails - finally - before assembling a nice breakfast for their newest guest. Oatmeal, why not?, some berries were always healthy, and, hey, a link of a sausage wouldn't go amiss....Her stomach growled unhappily; she'd snagged a bite when she'd first arrived, but that was hours ago. She cast her most plaintive look at the owner and after a moment he shooed her off.
She returned to the room, bringing the food - plus a bowl of oatmeal for herself - to the table. "I know it's not much, but here you go!" Cecilia set the bowls on the table, setting down silverware with a soft thunk. She plopped herself down in front of him and it only occurred to her afterward that they weren't friends yet, that she knew only three things about him for sure. She blushed slightly. "You don't mind if I eat with you, do you?"
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Post by Miles Pendergast on Jun 27, 2014 19:24:08 GMT -6
you know what else is great? me. Miles sat and waited for Cecilia to return with the food she’d promised. He saw her walk back in and his stomach made yet another loud noise seeing the food in her arms. He smiled when she sat it down but was surprised that she sat down across from him. He stared at her for a second unsure of exactly what to say. “Uhm, no, you can eat with me. I don’t mind.” He smiled again a bit before looking down at the oatmeal, berries and sausage and his stomach just about flipped. He was so hungry. He scarfed down the oatmeal without really even tasting it. The berries went down with the oatmeal with the sausage following quickly after.
He smiled looking down at his empty tray. “Wow, I guess I really needed that.” He looked back up at her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to eat so fast.” He got a napkin and wiped his face of leftover oatmeal and berried. “That was really good. Who usually does the cooking? Do you?” He didn’t really know much about her but this seemed like a good enough time to make conversation. There still wasn’t many people in the room.
“So, I don’t know much about you other than you work here and your brother is a Guardian Shield. What about the rest of your family? If you don’t mind me asking that is.” He looked up at her face and smiled. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He pulled out the purse. “How much for this meal?” He didn’t have a lot of money but it should be enough for a room and a couple more meals.
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Post by Cecilia Ragnvald on Jun 28, 2014 16:01:19 GMT -6
Ce que je cherche c’est l’aventure | Cecilia watched Miles eat with a mixture of fascination and queasiness, absently holding a spoonful of oatmeal in the air. She remembered she had it halfway through and swallowed it. She'd seen people be messier before - it was an inn after all, and, man, could people drink sometimes - but usually she was halfway across the room. Ah, well, people had their faults, right? Cecilia focused on her own meal for a couple of moments more; she hadn't finished by the time he did. She was a slow eater at the best of times, too focused on taking small bites and keeping her mouth closed than actually enjoying the food.
"It's...not a problem." She smiled. "Thanks! But no, not me." People tended to not like her cooking. And 'not like' was putting it mildly. Patty shrieked whenever she went near the stove and her mother had finally decided that Cecilia's garden putting food in the kitchen was input enough. "I'll pass the compliment to the owner, though. Don't get too many people giving positive feedback."
"A couple of coins of the lower denomination ought to do," she said and the glanced around before leaning in and lower her voice, "To be honest, what the merchants are paying is going to cover us well, for while." Not that they didn't have the coin for it; they'd never overcharge someone who couldn't afford it. Cecilia sat back, straitening her dress.
"I'm a middle child. There's Tristan, you know, and my little sister. She's not old enough to be workin' yet, so she stays home with our mother. We're just a bunch of hunters and farmers." Just farmers now, actually, Cecilia thought. "What about you?" she asked, curious.
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Post by Miles Pendergast on Jun 30, 2014 12:34:51 GMT -6
you know what else is great? me. Miles noted her comment about the merchants paying well. He wasn’t sure what to really say about it. Instead he pulled out a few of the coins she told him to and put them on the table. He listened to her talk about her family and smiled a bit. He nodded a bit when she asked him about his family. “Well, my family has a very long line of Guardian Shields. As far back as I can remember, at least one in every generation was a guardian. My grandfather was before he was killed on a mission protecting a town from bandits. My father is one as well, or at least he was the last time I saw him. I haven’t seen him in a long time.”
He thought back to his father not even able to fully remember even what the man looked like. “The last time I saw him was before my grandfather’s death. He took me out for a few days in the forest to just learn how to live on my own. He tried teaching me things about being a guardian and how to survive without everything being put before me. That was about seven years ago though. I’m not sure if he’s even alive right now.”
He shrugged a bit and smiled again a bit. “Other than my father, I’m an only child. My mother is a farmer along with my grandmother. Before I left, the two of them joined their farms since it would be easier. My grandmother is actually kind of the patron of the town, though most of the men don’t really like it. But none of them can beat her in a fight so no one has stepped forward to take over.”
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Post by Cecilia Ragnvald on Jun 30, 2014 16:02:06 GMT -6
Ce que je cherche c’est l’aventure | "She sounds awesome!" Cecilia was grinning, a stark contrast to her solemnity while he was talking. "My mother's more a homebody type, but I don't really remember what my grandparents were like."
"Your father seems a lot like mine." She rubbed the back of her neck, feeling a little sheepish. "I mean, he didn't take me out, or anything, but he used to bring my brother on trips out to the woods. Teaching him hunting and fighting and everything like that. I, um, used to ask to go along with them, but he always said I was too young." She now was aware that it was unlikely to have ever come about, never mind after what happened (still, there was that burn of jealousy).
"I haven't talked to my father in many years, either. I miss him, really, but there's no coming back for him." Her throat felt over-rough. She wasn't going to cry; only, there remained a certain tenseness that belied her combating desires to move past what she was saying and to be paid attention to. "For what it's worth, I hope he's still alive and I wish you the best of luck in finding him - that is, if you're looking for him. "
Her oatmeal wasn't appealing after the semi-serious conversation. Cecilia stood up, taking his tray as well, having scooped the coins in her pocket. "Hey, you want me to get you anything else? Coffee? Water?" Two people slipped in through the inn door, hooded, but Cecilia didn't notice them fully.
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Post by Miles Pendergast on Jul 1, 2014 19:07:31 GMT -6
you know what else is great? me. Miles’ smile grew slightly when she wished him luck in finding his father. When he started on his own, finding his father had been something he wanted to do. He just wasn’t sure where to start. “I have thought about finding him. But I don’t want to burden him. I want to try and learn things on my own. After all, how can I expect to be a successful guardian if I follow in someone’s footsteps?” He did miss his father and would love to see him again but it wasn’t on the top of the list for him to do.
“Uhm, I think I’ve had enough water for now.” His clothes were finally mostly dry, only the bottoms of his pants were still dripping slightly. “Some milk would be nice if you have any.” He smiled again. He let her take his empty plates and noticed she hadn’t finished her food. He felt a bit guilty for eating like a crazy person in front of her. She probably thought he was a fool, or just really hungry, or both. Either way, he’d eaten his food faster than a kath kills a sick animal. He was just one blunder after the other it seemed today. Or any other day really.
He hadn’t noticed the other two men walk in. He looked down at his hands resting on the table, his thoughts returning to his family. He missed them. His mother had been upset and scared but also proud of him for making this choice. His grandmother had simply expected it. It was what all Pendergast men did. And some of the women as well, though not many daughters joined the guardians. He just hoped they were doing alright and still felt proud of him. He didn’t want to let them down.
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Post by Cecilia Ragnvald on Jul 5, 2014 19:28:11 GMT -6
Ce que je cherche c’est l’aventure | "Milk, gotcha." Well, she hoped. Archie obviously hadn't milked the cow today and she wasn't sure if the owner had taken the time to do anything about. Orik help her from beating him over the head the next time she saw him. She searched through the ice-chest for a minute and found a closed pitcher of milk from yesterday. Meh. Good enough. She certainly wasn't going to go out and milk the cow now. It didn't like her. Which wasn't exactly strange in and off itself. Most animals didn't like Cecilia, maybe because she moved around too much or maybe it was just how she smelled, but they weren't likely to cooperate with her. That damn cow, especially. She'd been feeding it once and she must've hovered too long because it kicked her. Like, really, weren't animals supposed to love people who fed them?
Cecilia saddled up a couple of other drinks on her tray and went out. She refilled the coffee's of people who asked for it, dropping off a couple of bowls of breakfast for some men who had just woken up. It had been a handful of minutes by the time she came back around to Miles, having briefly chatted with other guests.
"Here ya go," she said, offering the glass out. "Hey, once you're done with that, do you want to go to the mapmaker's place? He should be up and about by now." Kinnen was one of those folk that was grumpy in the morning, but he never seemed to mind her dropping in.
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Post by Miles Pendergast on Jul 7, 2014 17:01:21 GMT -6
you know what else is great? me. It didn’t take her long before she was walking back out with a tray of cups. Miles watched her walk around filling the cups of other patrons before coming back over to him. He took the milk she handed him. He took a sip and smiled. It was a day old that he could tell but it was cold and not spoiled. It tasted good to him anyway since he’d only been drinking water since he left the Rose. Another flavor definitely was something he needed. He looked back up at her when she mentioned the mapmaker. He nodded again and took another sip.
“That sounds like a good idea. I could use a decent map to get the rest of the way out to Blaikfurd.” He smiled at her and watched her walk away to deal with others in the room. It had started getting busier with people waking up. He looked around at the people awake now. Most looked like merchants, some wearing extravagant clothes. Some people in this world must have money. There were a few who looked closer to hunters and some farmers. Once again, nothing out of the ordinary in the bar. Not like he expected anything out of the ordinary.
He continued to drink the milk savoring the flavor. It reminded him of his home. He could almost smell the wheat growing in the fields and feel the wind as it blew around him. A creek nearby churning water down from the mountains. Birds in the trees giving their normal morning chorus. Cattle in the pastures waiting to be milked. He didn’t want to admit it, and he wouldn’t out loud, but he did miss home. He missed being able to take care of the animals and gather materials for his mother and grandmother. He sighed a bit as he finished his milk. He doubted after he became a guardian he would be able to see his home much.
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Post by Cecilia Ragnvald on Jul 12, 2014 13:34:46 GMT -6
Ce que je cherche c’est l’aventure | She waited for him to signify that he agreed with the suggested plan before she went off into the kitchen again. She caught the owner by the arm and put on her most charming smile, tossing in a little extra pleading. It always worked on her brother and Archie and sometime even her own mother (and with guests, that went without saying) but the owner - Well, suffice to say, it went either way with him. The owner gave her wry look, arm deep in bread dough. She hoped he was making some pastries; the black-berries had finally ripened enough to be picked (and she should know, having done the picking herself). Maybe he'd save a couple for her so she could take them home to her family and - oh god, he'd said something and she'd missed it. But he was smiling, so Cecilia took that as permission to go on her break. Great!
She went back out to the hall, undoing her apron and hanging it up. Underneath, her dress had managed to get a little flour on it - dang it - that went away with a second of forceful rubbing. Then, she went back to Miles' table, noticing he had finished up. "Ready, Miles?" she said, chipper. Assuming his response was a yes, she led him out through the door and onto the street. The sun had risen fully above the treeline now, flooding the town with light. Cecilia noted that it had gotten warmer too, but the breeze was still cool enough that it wasn't intolerable.
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Post by Miles Pendergast on Jul 12, 2014 19:23:44 GMT -6
you know what else is great? me. Miles was watching his glass when she walked back over, her mood seeming to be better than it had been earlier. It brought another smile to his face as he nodded to her asking if he was ready. “Let’s go.” He stood and followed her out into the town. The sun was much higher up now but the breeze was enough to keep things cool. He looked back at Cecilia and followed her down the road into the center of town. His eyes wandered around. People had started to wake and stores were already opening. He looked around more. Birds flew above them as they walked. It was really quiet and peaceful. Like his home.
It didn’t take them long to get to the mapmaker’s home. He watched Cecilia knock on the door and wait for the man to come out. He looked at the door then back at her. “So, the man who lives here, is he just a mapmaker?” Miles wasn’t sure. He could see a rather large furnace to the side of the building. Only a smith would have need of something like that. If he was a mapmaker and a smith, be probably got enough business from one or the other to sustain himself. Merchants needed maps and protection too didn’t they? Miles looked back around at the town again. He saw a few chickens running across the road followed by a boy chasing them with a stick. He smiled remembering chasing his family’s chickens and the people in the village calling him Chicken-chaser. Seems like some things didn’t change.
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