Imenry Barras (imenry) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-09-17 20:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, & before 9:45, @ brennan wulfe, @ imenry barras |
Backscene: Bored and in the Snow
Who: Imenry Barras, Brennan Wulfe
When: 2 Ferventis, 9:24
Where: The Village in Gammordan Peaks
Summary: Two children, one smaller than the other, not very much to do, and a lot of snow.
Rating: A for Adorable?
It was boring. Everything was boring. Playing inside by the fire was boring, helping Mama with chores was both horrifying and boring, and even practicing with her sword was starting to become boring... It was quite easy for this to be the case when one constantly played alone. Not that there weren't other children in the village but most of them were older than she and no one wanted to play with a little girl. No matter that she might have scared some of them once or twice, or that she had told them repeatedly she didn't need to play their stupid games.
Now she was rather regretting that.
Trudging outside of the house, bundled in her furs and leathers, her cheeks pink from the cold. The sky was clear right now, but it seemed colder when it wasn't snowing, the air crisp and thin. Her little boots crunched through the snow and she sighed, looking out across the village. The houses were clustered together close to the mountain crags that rose up further above them, shielded from the worst of the winds.
She could look beyond the village square towards the Temple, where the torches blazed at all hours of the night or day. Her father was there now, protecting the Temple as he always did. She didn't quite know what he was protecting it from, for no one ever came into the village, but it was his job and it was honorable and respectable. Everyone in the village was proud of the guardians.
She would become one some day, just like her Daddy.
Sniffing slightly she rubbed a gloved hand over her nose and brushed a stray strand her hair back behind her fur hood. The snow stretched out endlessly, rising over the stone. In the distance there were the tops of trees, the sparse furs that spotted the mountainside. The howl of a wolf rang out in the distance, but the sound was so familiar to her ears that she paid it no mind.
What should she do? She had no desire to make another snowman, or another fortress. There were no other kids running about having battles in the snow. In fact everyone in the village seemed busy. She saw Mrs. Danby disappear into a planting shed with a large empty basket. Maybe they'd have some potatoes this year. Garl Elritch, the oldest man in the Village, at least currently, was manning his post near the path that led down the mountain. Even at his age he insisted on working, on contributing to the village. It was the way most people thought.
His pipe stuck out from between pursed lips, beneath a bushy mustache and he winked in her direction, waving a hello. Imenry waved back, then turned away with a heavy sigh. The old man wouldn't be much fun, and she would have felt bad even tormenting or teasing him as she might have done to another guard. With a pout, Imenry kicked idly at a drift of snow.