Post by Aileen Ash on May 25, 2016 22:12:08 GMT
It was a unusually dark afternoon, thick, grey stormclouds bunching up on the horizon. The warm air predicted an oncoming thunderstorm. Aileen didn't fancy sleeping out in the open, and although her legs were aching from the long journey she had made accross the forest, she kept going. There was a Trikru village not far from here, maybe she could get some temprary work to take care of, at least to earn herself a nights stay under a rainproof-roof.
The forest was incredibly dry at this time of day, and Aileen flinched whenever her thick-soled boots crushed a dead leaf. In the eerie halflight, every sound she made seemed to echoe around for miles. She was especially wary of this area; it was where many reapers lived.
It was almost completly dark when she arrived at the village. It was smaller than she remembered, small, rundown huts crowded together in a small clearing. The mood seemed cheery though; A large bonfire was burning, women, men and children sitting around it, talking animatedly.
Aileen announced herself, and immedietly, the people went quiet. Two men approached her, definetly not pleased to see her.
"What do you want?" One of them asked. He had more scars than untouched skin, and his thick, black, tangled beard was specked with breadcrumbs and otheruneaten food.
"I seek shelter," Aileen said, "I'll be happy to work at something to recompensate your kindness."
The man eyed her suspiciously, ccontemplating her mud-crusted clothing and her tool-belt that cleary held a knife or two. His friend whispered him something in his ear. The bearded-man was silent for a few moments, then nodded.
"You can guard our prisoner," he said carefully, as if he was speaking with his mouth full of broken glass.
"If you guard her for half a night, you'll be given dinner and breakfast!" the oher man said enthusiastically.
Aileen shrugged, surprised by this sudden eagerness. "Sure." she replied.
***
She was led to a small hut, that looked like it was usually used for storage, by a small squat woman with a long black braid.
"The prisoner is chained inside. Yu just sit there, and keep guard." she told Aileen, handing her the key. Witht hat, she hurried off, looking over her shoulder warily.
Bemused at this aparent fear from the prisoner, Aileen unlocked the huts door. It was dark inside, you could only see the shadows of the shelves that lined the walls. The prisoner seeemd to be chained to the wall, he or she wasn't moving. Aileen proceeded to build a small fire outside, for some light and warmth.
Aileen Ash Gena Martin
The forest was incredibly dry at this time of day, and Aileen flinched whenever her thick-soled boots crushed a dead leaf. In the eerie halflight, every sound she made seemed to echoe around for miles. She was especially wary of this area; it was where many reapers lived.
It was almost completly dark when she arrived at the village. It was smaller than she remembered, small, rundown huts crowded together in a small clearing. The mood seemed cheery though; A large bonfire was burning, women, men and children sitting around it, talking animatedly.
Aileen announced herself, and immedietly, the people went quiet. Two men approached her, definetly not pleased to see her.
"What do you want?" One of them asked. He had more scars than untouched skin, and his thick, black, tangled beard was specked with breadcrumbs and otheruneaten food.
"I seek shelter," Aileen said, "I'll be happy to work at something to recompensate your kindness."
The man eyed her suspiciously, ccontemplating her mud-crusted clothing and her tool-belt that cleary held a knife or two. His friend whispered him something in his ear. The bearded-man was silent for a few moments, then nodded.
"You can guard our prisoner," he said carefully, as if he was speaking with his mouth full of broken glass.
"If you guard her for half a night, you'll be given dinner and breakfast!" the oher man said enthusiastically.
Aileen shrugged, surprised by this sudden eagerness. "Sure." she replied.
***
She was led to a small hut, that looked like it was usually used for storage, by a small squat woman with a long black braid.
"The prisoner is chained inside. Yu just sit there, and keep guard." she told Aileen, handing her the key. Witht hat, she hurried off, looking over her shoulder warily.
Bemused at this aparent fear from the prisoner, Aileen unlocked the huts door. It was dark inside, you could only see the shadows of the shelves that lined the walls. The prisoner seeemd to be chained to the wall, he or she wasn't moving. Aileen proceeded to build a small fire outside, for some light and warmth.
Aileen Ash Gena Martin
