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Post by Vincent on Jan 28, 2018 12:39:49 GMT -6
While infinitely more windy, the sun on his skin left Vincent feeling far warmer in Sacae than he ever felt in Ilia. Sadly warmth was all relative and the constant winds still left him shivered with a chill, but he had the relief of a small settlement and buildings! Oh glorious buildings that blocked most of the winds.
Vincent lead his horse through the streets on foot as he looked for a stable and inn. The more he looked around, the more he realized just how small the town was. It was reminiscent of his old home and yet it felt so strange to see it, he was so accustomed to cities and much larger towns.
It took a bit to find somewhere he could lock up his horse and a pub he could get some grub at but he was ready. The inside was warm and quiet with the sounds of the help cleaning and the crackling of the hearth's flames being the only thing to break it.
"Evening traveler!" the man behind the bar called out, drawing the young hero to a seat at the bar. "What brings you out our way? Not too many hanging around here since the invasions both up north and everyone leaving out of here to go fight."
"I was in Ilia doing a job, now I am going home to Hero City. Its been a while." Vincent answered with a smile. "I'll take a Cider and some soup."
"Sure thing!" The man hmmd to himself briefly. "You have a home in Hero City and you don't look Sacaean. Did you fight in the siege?"
"Well, aren't you perceptive. I did."
"Its part of my job sir, and I reckon I know who you are. Heelcutter right? Not many white haired people running around killing monsters." Vincent nearly choked on his drink. It was near word for word what Duma told him.
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Reed
Squire
"If some feller gives me a lance, I'm'ma fight tooth 'n nail for what I reckon is right."
Posts: 79
Profession: Farmhand
Affiliation: None
Guild: None
Affinity: Light
Profile: Reed
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Reed on Jan 28, 2018 13:42:16 GMT -6
Gracie, Reed's mount and "noble" steed that he had been riding since he first learned, was rather stubborn on her master's ride: something very unusual for the normally docile horse. Within minutes of leaving the farm, she bucked and threw her rider off every so often seemingly out of nowhere. To make matters worse, she refused to move at any pace faster than a brisk trot: no full-on galloping down the open plains like usual. After probably the fourth time being bucked off and several hours since before sunrise of the slow, laborious pace, the squire had gone through enough of being catapulted off of the saddle and smacking cleanly onto the dirt like a stone skipping across water.
"Ngh... What in tarnation's gotten into ya, Gracie?! That last one's gonna leave a mark, girl... Lucky for you, Ma gave us some extra money in case I've gone and got myself into a fix. If yer too busy bein' difficult today, we can stop 'n rest," he grumbled reluctantly as he pushed himself up from the ground for what seemed like the hundredth time. Reed stumbled over to his horse and ran a hand through his messy hair (even messier from practically being launched like an arrow) with a sigh as he grabbed the reigns from the front and began to lead the now content horse towards the small town nearby.
After finding a stable to tie up the disobedient animal, the farmboy made his way over to a local pub. Though never really drinking, Reed enjoyed treating himself to something small after a rough day at the marketplace. If he needed to pick a day that he would have to spend his small amount of extra money, this would definitely be the one to aim for. Just being able to sit down somewhere and talk to some of the travelers that came by was enough to brighten his mood. Almost immediately, the welcoming and warm aura that the pub emitted washed over him. Had he not looked like he was just tossed off of a building, one would find it hard to believe that he would have had difficulty that day.
Taking off his leather fingerless gloves and hooking them onto a small loop connected to his belt, he approached a white-haired stranger sitting at the bar and reached up on his toes to tap on his shoulder. "'Scuse me, sir, but are ya savin' this here seat?"
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Post by Midori on Jan 28, 2018 20:19:50 GMT -6
It had felt like an eon since Midori went out into the plains. She had successfully overcome the trials of the elders and was granted permission to roam outside the village once again. Kiseki, the staff of miracles was strapped firmly on her back. Kiseki was one of several holy relics enshrined by her people. The staff had a soul of its own, it called out to her in her dreams during her training. The staff had one wish, it was to could see the world, for what it had become. Ever since she removed the staff and completed the trials the soul of the staff had fallen silent. Midori was unsure why the staff choose her or why it had fallen silent. But, that did not stop her from fulfilling the promise she made to it. And this trip would be the first of many for this newfound duo of healer and holy staff.
Ashes, Midori's horse was especially happy to have her rider back. The horse had missed these long rides into the plains as much as the pink haired priestess did. The happy trio of horse and rider spent the first leg of the journey running through the grassy fields. She wasn't alone though. As usual Lady Lucy, her mentor was with her. She rode her large Clydesdale like steed a few paces behind Midori. A caravan with supplies strapped to her mighty horse. There were three more members of the Chaklai with them. Mercenary guards tasked with protecting Midori and Kiseki from would-be thieves. The goal of the group was simple. Ride around Sacae and gather information about the people. With war raging on all sides and monsters in between, it was their job to ride out and provide aid to those who needed it. That, and also to find out how their fellow tribesmen were doing in the City of Heroes. The Chaklai left a group of them in the City of Heroes to help aid the people with their own restoration after the battle with Hargus.
Their travels led them into a small town. Little settlements like this were few and far between in Sacae, due to the predominantly nomadic lifestyles of the various tribes. The group of Chaklai quietly made their way into the little village. Lady Lucy and some of the guards unhooked the caravan. Midori settled both horses into the stable. She made sure to give each horse an apple, hay, and a bucket of oats. She made sure their shared trough was full of fresh water. Then she gave them both an apple and some much-needed attention.
"You two girls just take it easy here. Promise I'll be back in the morning." She spoke softly. The pink haired maiden then emerged from the stables. Lady Lucy had delighted that they would guard the wagon in shifts. Two guardsmen would stay with the wagon, while three went into the inn to recover. After two hours the trio in the inn would swap places with the two who stayed behind in the caravan. With that settled, Midori, Lady Lucy, and one mercenary entered the inn.
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Post by Vincent on Jan 28, 2018 20:43:33 GMT -6
"It's funny you say that, I had a friend recently say something rather similar."
"Har har har! Probably because its true! I've had a share of folks come through here that fought in the city, gods know they came from all over, and I have ta ask, are the stories true? Did that cyclops really stand taller than the clouds? And you toppled it over!?" The barkeep was entranced like he was looking at a celebrity. Vincent could only imagine how Ilheod or any of the others that were far more important than he would have been harassed had they been here.
"Look, the stories are grossly exaggerated. The creature was huge and tough, stood taller than buildings sure, but it was not bigger than the clouds. I think we all would have died at that point. And I don't know why people credit me for toppling the thing. I chopped at its heel and screamed like an idiot but I was hardly the only one! There were at least half a dozen warriors, all stronger than me mind you, hounding it too and an entire catapult! Imagine that! All of that and for some reason they say I am the heelcutter? What about the kneesmasher? Granted that guy lead the attack at first but... eh?" Vincent shrugged and the barkeep just chuckled.
"Still sounds like a grand tale to me." He proceeded to take Vincent's mug and refill it for free. "You probably don't know it but you saved one of our local lads out there, told me how you dragged him off a battlefield with no regard to yourself. For that, I'm letting you eat for free this once."
"I did?" Legitimate surprise. "Small world." He allowed himself a small smile to crease his face. Maybe he did not need to keep making light of his accomplishments after all.
It was about this time that a young boy with a head of thick curly hair covered in what could only be presumed to be scrapes and dirt tapped the mercenary on his shoulder. "'Scuse me, sir, but are ya savin' this here seat?"
Vincent reflexively looked at the other empty seats around him and even a table without patrons before responding, "Uhh, no, I'm here alone right now, go for it." Looking the kid over Vincent smirked before taking another drink and asking, "Long day I take it?"
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Reed
Squire
"If some feller gives me a lance, I'm'ma fight tooth 'n nail for what I reckon is right."
Posts: 79
Profession: Farmhand
Affiliation: None
Guild: None
Affinity: Light
Profile: Reed
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Reed on Jan 28, 2018 21:48:39 GMT -6
With a smile, the trainee took a brief moment of struggling to jump up and hoist himself up into the seat. Once settled onto the barstool, he sighed and chuckled. "Long day ain't coverin' it all, that's for sure. Gracie, she ain't normally like this: she gone 'n bucked me right off until I gave in and gave 'er some rest! Somethin' ain't right 'bout the ol' girl today, so I'm probably gonna wait till she's rarin' 'n ready to get goin' again," Reed explained as he absentmindedly swung his legs. He had a long ways to go until he would be able to touch one of the bars further down on the stool, being rather short for his age.
"Still, can't give 'er that much trouble over it. She's workin' mighty hard, haulin' me across Sacae... Okay, maybe she might-a gave me a couple-a cuts here 'n there. Probably got somethin' strong right across my back. But I probably deserved it, tuggin' on them reigns, right? S'all her way-a tellin' me 'slow down there', heh," the boy casually joked with a toothy grin. Judging from his mannerisms and attire, one could tell that he hardly had much going for him in terms of social standing. Not many Arkyans were known to care about appearances regardless, with many of them frequenting pubs across northern Sacae like he was during the wintertime when crops grown in the mainland failed due to the chill rushing down the mountains. The squire fit in nicely to the gray area between stereotype and custom.
Little did Reed know, while he was busy tuning everyone out during the first few moments in which he walked in, he was sitting next to a warrior that he had heard tales and rumors abound about. In fact, he even failed to notice the small droplets of red from a gash across his shoulder that slowly were being soaked into his shirt (and to some extent his cloak). At this point, he wasn't even looking at Vincent at all. The farmboy's undivided attention had drifted subtly to the Chaklai woman that had just entered. Huh... That's some fancy lookin' robe. Shucks, haven't even seen Ma workin' with that stuff before! They must be some high-rankin' folk or somethin'... he thought to himself as he glanced over at the group with a curious awe.
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Post by Midori on Jan 28, 2018 22:58:38 GMT -6
"Ah.. Thank you sky father and earth mother for this inn," Midori whispered to herself. She had her hands set in prayer as she walked in. The warm air of the inside of the inn greeted her face. She had kept her complaints of cold to herself during the journey. She then quietly clapped to signal that the prayer ended. Lady Lucy took a look around. The trio took a seat at a corner table.
"Oh thank the gods." Lady Lucy commented as she plopped herself down on the nearest chair. The mercenary who was with them also let out a sigh of relief as he sat down. The poor man had no horse of his own so he had to walk a majority of the trail.
"Should we order food for the other two in the wagon?" Midori commented.
"Nah, they can wait their turn." Lucy responded. The other mercenary agreed. The trio of them kept to themselves mostly. Save for Midori. She had spied the white-haired man sitting at the bar. There was something about him she couldn't quite place her finger on. She could feel something emanating from him. Something like magic. Then again she wasn't sure if that was it. Ever since she picked up Kiseki, she'd been getting a weird feeling from everyone. The elders declared that her own spiritual powers were growing. And she believed them. She did do weeks of hard spiritual and mental training just to prepare herself to be in the same room as the holy relics. But, this weird feeling was different from other weird feelings. This one was that felt like she had seen this man before but couldn't remember where or when. Sort of like when you re-meet someone from childhood but they are all grown up now and different. But, she knew she never met this man before.
"Hey Midori, you know that guy?"
"I dunno. Maybe? My memory's been so hazy. Since the incident with Kiseki."
"You probably lost a good chunk of it under the waterfall." Lucy commented before placing an order for mead and meat.
"But.. the boy he's with is bleeding." She could at least see that much. Midori picked up her regular heal staff and approached the curly-headed young man.
"Uhm. Pardon me. But.. if you'd just hold still for a moment. You've been hurt. I can help."
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Post by Vincent on Jan 29, 2018 18:53:21 GMT -6
The kid certainly seemed to have had a long day indeed. At first he thought that this Gracie was going to be some girl but it was quickly made clear it was his horse or some other beast of burden. The kid sure was a free talker, the sort that could prattle on about the most mundane of things and in a way Vincent could appreciate that but all of his comments about getting hurt because of it did lead him to furrow his brow and ask, "If its so unruly then why don't you trade her for a more obedient and gentle steed?" He took a proper look at the lad now and his brow fell even further. He was going to address his disheveled state but as chance would have it at that very moment a young woman approached them to offer the boy healing.
Vincent silently nodded his agreement that it was a very good idea to do some healing for this mess. "Sorry I didn't notice all of that sooner kid, you must have some dead nerves or adrenaline yourself if you didn't notice that. I recommend you get yourself a bath while you're here too, healing or not its best to not let it get infected." He did not know if Midori was a talented healer or not so he felt inclined to offer his opinion on the matter too. Then he looked to Midori and added, "Are you a priestess of the church? On a pilgrimage?" Her entourage and willingness to offer her aid to anyone that seemed to remotely need it tipped him off to the idea. Though he was likely wrong it seemed like a good guess to him, otherwise she was just overly kind to offer her service for free. He was no fan of Etruria but he could certainly appreciate the good they were capable of when they weren't purging heretics or trying to take over his homelands.
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Reed
Squire
"If some feller gives me a lance, I'm'ma fight tooth 'n nail for what I reckon is right."
Posts: 79
Profession: Farmhand
Affiliation: None
Guild: None
Affinity: Light
Profile: Reed
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Reed on Jan 29, 2018 19:49:11 GMT -6
With a tilt of his head, Reed took his attention back towards Vincent as he stared up at him. The expression on his face was almost as if the hero had told him something in another language. "Sell 'er? Why would I do that? Ain't nothin' wrong with Gracie, she's the same as ever. I guess she, uh... 'has a differen't way-a teachin' folks how to ride', if that makes a lick-a sense. I done raised 'er like a child, 'n she's been with me ever since she could hold my weight!" he responded with a carefree shrug. Horse companions were sacred to the Arkyan tribe, and Reed's horse was no exception. The steed often grew restless and wild whenever it was sore or aching from carrying the squire across Sacae for the trips to Bulgar and back, but the event was so uncommon that the lowly farmhand struggled to piece two and two together. After all, a man doesn't need to have to know how to read to cover a seed with dirt and tend to it.
Behind him spoke a peculiar female voice, causing him to swivel back around in his chair only to come face-to-face with the Chaklai healer he had been eyeing a few moments before. "Uh... Hurt? No'm, whaddaya mean hurt? Can't say that I'm..." the tangerine-haired boy was about to respond before the red streak along his shoulder caught his eye. "...Oh. The blazes? Could-a sworn that wasn't there before. Eh heh, 's that bad, huh? But ya don't have to use that healin' doohickey on me, I reckon I should be alright." Reed reached up to touch his wound, immediately flinching and rubbing his forearm tenderly. Though far from a lie, something that he would never even think of telling, it is painfully obvious that the country-bred rider was simply trying to be modest.
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Post by Midori on Jan 29, 2018 20:34:20 GMT -6
"I am a priestess of the Chaklai. A tribe to the south. And yes, I am on a pilgrimage." There was no reason for her to say that they were heading to the City of Heroes. At least not yet. She knew most folks along the road were harmless but there were always a select few who would take advantage of the Chaklai's docile ways. Lady Lucy and the Mercenary at the table kept a watchful eye on their pink haired priestess.
Midori smiled softly at the antics of the young man. It appeared to her that the curly haired young sir did not know he was injured. But, it was obvious to Midori that the gash or cut, that lingered under his clothes was painful.
"Please. It's no trouble at all." Midori nodded softly. She used her body language to reassure the young man of her gentle nature. After a bit, she quietly focused her magic on the heal staff. The glass orb on top let out a soft pale light that filled the curly haired man with warmth. The gash was instantly mended and its pain was dulled.
"There. That should do it. You might be a bit sore there for a bit. That's perfectly normal and it will wear off. Do you feel any pain elsewhere?" She asked. And then it finally hit her, the identity of the white-haired man. Although, she had to ask first.
"Ah.. I'm.. sorry to ask this and I apologize if it's wrong, but are you the Heel Cutter?"
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Post by Vincent on Jan 29, 2018 22:43:14 GMT -6
Vincent just gave a shake of his head at the boy who felt no pain. It was not derisive and was more just a gesture. So the healer was a priestess after all AND she was on a pilgrimage. Vincent wanted to pump his fist in the air in a mini sort of celebration at actually having guessed it dead on but that seemed like something that would only make the meeting a touch strange and so he resisted instead opting to smile confidently and nodding his head. He was just pleased as punch. When the healer was finished he gave a light whistle. "Well she's good! Lucky you kid!" He gave Reed a playful slap on the shoulder.
Then the priestess asked him if he was the Heel Cutter to which Vincent began to laugh. It should have been a chuckle but it became an uproarious one. He turned to the barkeep who offered a tilt of his head and a shrug that said 'See, I told you so.' After a moment more of laughter he allowed himself to calm down and wipe a forming tear out of his eye.
"Sorry, sorry, I don't mean to be rude laughing like that, you just took me by surprise with that one. I have no earthly idea how you knew that so quickly but yes, I am he." He smiled and leaned back on the bar as another thought crossed his mind. "Forgive my rudeness if I have forgotten you but we haven't met before have we?" It was just too quick, was he forgetting a face?
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Reed
Squire
"If some feller gives me a lance, I'm'ma fight tooth 'n nail for what I reckon is right."
Posts: 79
Profession: Farmhand
Affiliation: None
Guild: None
Affinity: Light
Profile: Reed
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Reed on Jan 29, 2018 23:41:58 GMT -6
The young Sacaean's expression softened as the staff worked its magic (no pun intended) and he could feel a calming numb sensation wash over his injured shoulder. He sighed slightly in relief as the sensation faded, leaving him only slightly sore in the area that was previously soaked with his blood. "Ahh... Well, slap me on the back 'n call me a packmule! It's still mighty sore, but at least now it doesn't feel as raw! Thanks, uh... 'Chalk-lye' ma'am. Name's Reed, I'm just a ranchhand from Arkya," he introduced himself gratefully with a small nod. Though he could tell that the Chaklai were definitely a tribe vastly different than his own, he couldn't help but find some sort of admiration for them upon a first meeting. Healing magic (or magic in general, for that matter) was a lost cause in researching to the vast majority of Arkyans. Whether it be from a lack of talent or the fact that the ones that could generally had Etrurian blood and mastered the forces of plants and the earth, Arkya for the most part saw magic as an awe-inspiring force even by small feats.
However, Reed's introduction was cut rather short as a sudden sharp pain erupted in his shoulder as the white-haired hero next to him laid down a friendly slap. "Gah! C-C'mon, she said it ain't healed yet! I- Hold on a gosh darn minute... 'Heelcutter'? THE 'Heelcutter'?!" he asked, looking up at Vincent with an expression of absolute astonishment. The squire was as starstruck as a recruit meeting his nation's king firsthand, and to him, people like the Heelcutter were often the topic of many rumors: rumors that Reed just so happened to get all of his outside world information from.
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Post by Midori on Jan 31, 2018 19:28:25 GMT -6
Midori nodded then smiled softly at the younger of the two men. The curly haired boy thanked her for her service.
"You are most welcome. My name is Midori. It is nice to meet you, young Reed. Just let me know if you have any more injuries ok?" Midori felt comfortable enough talking to this young man. He was clearly younger than her. And his accent was oddly pleasing. And this boy was a farmhand, that was something the pink haired priestess could relate too. The Chaklai were known for their farming. And Midori has done her fair share of cultivating in the shrine's gardens.
Well whatever Midori said, made the white-haired stranger erupt in a fit of laughter. Now, the pink haired priestess generally didn't like it when people laughed in her face like that. Perhaps, she had blundered in some manner. Perhaps this stranger wasn't the heel cutter she thought he was. That was a possibility. While uncommon, there were other white-haired, warriors out there in this vast expanse called Elibe. Or perhaps the real heel cutter was off on the newly discovered Island across the sea. Regardless, she kept her expression as plain as possible so as not to offend. Even though on the inside, she was feeling a tad bit hurt.
But, as the white-haired one calmed down. He apologized for his outburst and confirmed that he was indeed the infamous heel cutter. Then he asked if they had met before. To which Midori could neither confirm or deny so she decided to speak honestly.
"I .. do not remember if we have or have not met. But, I do not think so. I only know of your exploits because of the rumors. And we have tribesmen living in the City of Heroes. Sometimes, their stories mention you. As well as the whole host of other heroes. Although the details of said events.. change with each retelling. It's a pleasure to meet you." Midori bowed lightly. She had to put a slight air of formality when talking to the infamous Heel Cutter. She took the empty seat next to Reed.
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Post by Vincent on Feb 5, 2018 19:07:29 GMT -6
It was a friendly slap but it was done in a very poor moment, one Vincent chided himself internally for being so thoughtless to. “Sorry, Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He gave the lad a soft smile, ”yes, I am the Heelcutter.” Then the priestess confirmed that they had not met before. He slowly nodded as she told them of their members in the city of Heroes and how they told tales of him and the other defenders. But that was when she caused the mercenary to loose all of his composure.
The moment the priestess BOWED to HIM? Wait what!? What was she doing!? He was not important! Or at least not worthy of such high respects. He was still just a farmboy at heart afterall and whoever heard of bowing to a farmer? “Woah! Hey there! There’s uh... no... no need for all of that now.” He waved his hands in front of himself in an almost comedic manner. She then sat next to the boy two seats over from himself. He cast a glance back to her companions in a moment of curiousity. Soooo, why did she choose to sit with them if she had friends? Ah! That must be it! She was looking to hire him! A guardian job would be an easy payday and if she really was going to Hero City it was hardly an inconvenience to him.
He cleared his throat and was about to ask her about it but he could not overlook the gleaming of hero worship in Reed’s eyes either. Business could wait he supposed. “So kid, what brings you here, haven’t gotten your story yet.” Then he thought about it, he hadn’t offered up his own yet either. “I’m actually heading to Hero City myself, I have a home there that I haven’t tended to for a while.”
Boom! And just like that he could sow the seeds without outright asking her to hire him!
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Reed
Squire
"If some feller gives me a lance, I'm'ma fight tooth 'n nail for what I reckon is right."
Posts: 79
Profession: Farmhand
Affiliation: None
Guild: None
Affinity: Light
Profile: Reed
OoC Alias: Ardent
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Post by Reed on Feb 5, 2018 21:33:39 GMT -6
Reed wore a toothy grin from cheek-to-cheek as he gave Midori a nod and allowed her to take a seat next to him. Not only did he meet a powerful (or at least to him compared to his previous experience with magic: none) priestess that had healed a large gash that he had been too caught up in the moment to notice, but to his other side was the Heelcutter, a hero that was renowned for his incredible skill in combat and, more famously, the fact that he had wounded a Cyclops. A Cyclops! Granted, there was much worse out there, but not just anyone can say they had wounded a monster like that. Had he several years more of skill, a better weapon and armor, and more courage, the rider probably would have answered the call to cross blades with the likes of creatures like that.
"The City-a Heroes... Lots-a them fancier folk go there after shoppin' in Bulgar. Never been there, but I reckon it's mighty fine! As for me? Heh, I'm just makin' another trip to Bulgar as usual. Pa said we might need a new hoe after I was lettin' my lil' sister use it 'n she banged it up good on a rock," he explained. Though he wasn't quite sure how Beth mustered enough strength to start breaking rocks with the meager iron tools that were in the family shed, surely enough Reed came back from a break to find several shattered rocks and the hoe split in half down the middle. The squire chuckled, scratching the back of his head with lighthearted shame. "I feel bad for Gracie, though: she's gotta help me bring some-a the crops to the market in three days, 'n she's the only horse I've ever learned to ride!"
Despite the dire situation that he seemed to be in, the curly-haired farmer hardly seemed bothered, almost as if he was used to the pressure. If there was one thing Reed knew how to do right, it was managing the farm at home. He saw it mostly as a way to relieve stress and give him something to dedicate himself to. Regardless, he was happy with what he was doing and clearly was eager to keep at it until he found something else to do.
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Post by Midori on Feb 15, 2018 12:45:01 GMT -6
Oh. Looks like the Heel cutter is uncomfortable with my formality. Midori would need to tone it down a bit. Even though she felt that she had toned it down enough as it is. This heel cutter was a hero among men. She should be showering the man with praise. And he'd be a given a hero's welcome if he ever toured the village.
"Uhm.. very well I.. will try to speak.. less formally." There was that nervousness again. The same behavior she had when talking to Selibas. However, with Reed she was completely comfortable talking to him. The pink haired priestess had a huge respect for farmers and ranchers. They were the ones who grew the food so that all may eat. And her tribe was founded by farmers and people who worked the lands. As a means to start something anew from the ashes of the war.
"It would help, if, you have us your name Sir Heelcutter." Midori remarked.
"I've only been to the City of Heroes once. A few months after the grand battle. My tribe came to do humanitarian work. Specifically to help restore the farmable lands, donate food, and help the injured." She remembered a lot of people shunning their help at first. But, gradually people came to accept their aid.
"I don't remember if I've been to Bulgar before. If I have my memory is fuzzy." Even before, Kiseki's mental interference her memories of Bulgar were hazy.
"I assume, Gracie is your horse? I wonder if it was the one that was in the stall across from mine." Now if there was one thing Midori was comfortable with it was talking about horses. Midori loved horses. And she made every effort she could to keep Ashes comfortable and well kept.
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