Saaysaysay (Open)

[Bee]

"Crap", spoke Bee as she soak her cloak in water. The maiden was practicing her pyromancy again, but this time the fire went out of control and caught her cloak on fire. Normally one would stop it before it burned to much of it, but Bee watched the flame dance for a bit before she realized she was going to be burned. Instinctively grabbed a nearby bucket and dunked the water all over her body. The fire was out, but now her signature hair was ruined. Lucky for her the clothing underneath was still dry.

"Well I better go pick up the stuff Mr. Johnson asked for", spoke Bee as she walked out the alleyway and into the main street. The maiden was still studying under the blacksmith, Mr. Johnson. He was showing her the way of flames and tongs. Bee hoped one day she would be as skilled as he. She aspired to be a magical blacksmith, forging weapons in the flames of her magic. It was a admiral dream, but she was far from realizing it. Especially since she accidentally sets her clothing on fire.

"Excuse me, but do you have any cloaks in stock", spoke Bee as she walked over to a cloth sellsmen. Bee's father use to be a merchant and Bee knew all the tricks of the trade. She normally got good deals in the market place, but this guy. Well he was one of those type of merchants. He tried to sell her a cheap cloak at skilled work prices. He probably figured she was desperate after seeing the mess that was her original hanging from her hand. There was no way Bee was going to pay for that, not in a million years. She would rather by the yarn and craft a new one by scratch than to pay such a inflated price.

[Rilcha Winters]

The gruff shopkeeper shook his head and twitched his mustache in irritating, inclining his head towards the small boy diligently struggling sweeping the floor clean. "'at wee jobby ruined th' lest a body, tair it in tois." the man grunted, adjusting his britches for a moment as he sucked in, large belly sagging over onto the counter while he leaned against it for support.

Rilcha leaned his back into the broom as he shoved it about the floor, soft pants fluttering about his chest as he shoved billowing clouds of dust throughout the small shop with each stroke. His gentle curls lay limp against his forehead as he paused for a moment to take a breath, the nearby shopkeeper starting to hack away as one of the airborne dust bunnies enveloped him, quickly growing red in the face as he turned his face away from Bee in a flash, sucking in to start his bellow.

"Ye useless pile ay manure! wa cannae ye dae 'at reit withit gettin' it up in mah nostrils?! it! tak' a baskit an' gang it tae gie mushrooms." In a rage he reached back and grabbed a basket from behind the counter, throwing it forcefully at the wide eyed boy and leaving him to scramble to pick it up. "Dornt come back wi' it boss! An ye!" He turned his head to Bee and jabbed a pudgy finger at the girl. "Bairn! Gang wi' heem tae make sure he doesnae chop aff his ain heed. i'll gie ye a treat when ye gie back." And with that he turned away, pushing aside the curtain as he hurried into the back room to collect himself.

Rilcha, gripping the basket with a trembling grip hurriedly fled towards the woods as if the devil himself was on his heels.

[Bee]

It was horrible. Bee stared on as the shop keeper, who by the way just tried to swindle her, ragged on the young boy for doing his job. To make things worse Bee's mind began to wonder back to the time she stayed with her master. It was the worst time in her life. That evil man would experiment on her in his attempt to master the dark arts. Bee began to slightly shiver as a cold chill ran down her spine. Never again, she thought to herself. Never again. The maiden then turned toward the center of the fat man's attention. She barely understood what the guy had said truthfully. Her mind was out of it and he was speaking with a accent.

"Hey are you alright", asked Bee as she followed the young boy. At first Bee though he might be a girl, but a quick examination of his form told her other wise. "It must be hard working for that guy. How can you stand it", she spoke as she realized she did not introduce herself. "Oh right, Let me give you a proper introduction. My name is Bee. That is spelled B e e. Just like the little insects, but without the honey and stinging. What might your name be? Does it also start with a B. I have meet many people on my travels, but few of them have names starting with B. I wounder it it has something to do with regional dialects. Maybe certain names and letters are more popular to certain cultures and environments. Oh crap", spoke Bee as she performed a face palm. "I was rambling on again. Sorry about that. I did not even give you a opportunity to answer the question, or even talk for that manner. As I said before my name is Bee and what is yours", spoke the maiden.

Bee was a little more talkative than she normally was. This was due to her mini flash back. It made her nervous and when Bee is nervous she talks. When Bee talks when she is nervous she rambles and if she does not catch herself she can ramble on all day long or at least till the feeling of nervousness leaves her. However she might still keep going if she is in a good mood.