Festival of Hearts 2017 (1892)
Mar 7, 2017 4:29:23 GMT
Lasair Landevier Lupen and Aldvar Ragnulf like this
Post by Kunchen on Mar 7, 2017 4:29:23 GMT
Svedish. A voice had a tendency to reveal much, and when the man spoke, Kunchen noticed it lightly. But, she did not let on. No tilt of thehead, just a raised chicken. After all, animals were peace offerings, whether in peace or in war. Besides, not all Svedens were bad, as not all of Tomorbota were good either.
Sadly, chickens had a problem telling who were good from who were bad. The little child pecked, and Kunchen grunted but smiled once it calmed.
“She likes you. Be careful, or she’ll follow you home.” Kunchen cackled holding the bird forward toward him more. “Here, hold her. Support her chest and bum.” Kunchen grinned, but paused as another man came to pet the girl. She pecked and picked, as she had with the Sveden man, but well, that’s what happens with chickens.
“Nonsense. Sometimes women don’t like to be touched on first greeting. Now, give her another chance— then tall man can hold him.” On the comment about being kind to animals, Kunchen shrugged. “Where I came from, animals were family. Needed to survive, so treat with respect, with necessity.” As the two men conversed, the bird acted up slightly. Kunchen understood— perhaps being held too long got it grumpy. Yet, it pecked, and drew blood— no, oil from the hooded man’s hand. Kunchen paused, noted it but dismissed the fact. It was not her concern, and was an accident. Besides, this was a time for peace “Sorry, she’s just shy. Tall man, you can still hold, but hooded one, we got some sheep too, if you prefer. They are docile, and are nice.” Kunchen explained, handing Aldvar the chicken (if he accepts it, and if not, well, plop it on the ground). “Let me get you a bandage for that wound of yers. Not good to run around with it, right?” Kunchen muttered, wiping her hands on her skirt as she shifted her hip.
~
“It’s okay, Sandsworth.” The truth was always fickle in those words. Sometimes they were truthful, and other times, they weren’t. Now, he wasn’t sure. Yet, Sandsworth stood down. After all, this wasn’t his battle, nor his war. Though, it did involve his soldier.
Said solider almost touched his shoulder. Almost. Sandsworth noted the feint action, but he didn’t turn to it. After all, she didn’t enact on it. And maybe, the attempt had never taken place. He hadn’t thought to concentrate on it. After all, emotions had a tendency to make even the strong crumble. Vieka was a prime example of that.
Now, even the Leland boy was asking for truth. The uncanny irony of it all would have made Sandsworth laugh, if he was capable of such a gesture. Instead he vied for some form of coffee. Or tea. Vieka had been pushing him toward the later more and more. Yet, the last question asked of the Leland boy pulled at Sandsworth, making him pause, but luckily, there was nothing for him to pause from— so the action would easily be overlooked. Yet, it mattered little as Vieka sought to take the Leland boy outside.
Waving his hand, Sandsowrth nodded in response. After all, there wasn’t much for him to do aside from lean back and mull lightly. That, and paperwork, though, one was more of the pleasure than the other, and speaking of which–
Turning in his seat, Sandsworth eyed the filing cabinet with the stored paper work. Well, now seemed like the best time as any. And with that, he went back to work doing what he loved on this “wonderful” day of hearts.