A woman with muted, soft pink hair sat alone on the back half of the rented carriage that she owned. This carriage wasn't going anywhere for a few days, not after the promise that she had made to her friend. They'd stay here for the night, as 'Verya' had requested. The people of this quiet village were sorrowful, for the loss of some of their crops underneath a dry fire had stricken their hearts.
His oldest friend had suggested that they stay a while to lift the people's spirits with a get-together. As Verya was, she didn't take no for an answer-not that Vera was going to try. It was refreshing to see her so motivated in such a swift time already, even if it seemed to be the art of throwing oneself into a distraction. Given how the people of this village were, perhaps such a thing was necessary from time to time, wasn't it? Did Vera herself not do this very same thing so very often? So often, it had torn their friendship apart and sent someone down a terrible path into abuse.
He could hear it-Samson heard the voice of his once best friend behind his shoulder. 'It's your fault,' Avery said. Samson knew that a lot of things were his fault as of recent; the hard times his best friend had gone onto, the times in which Verya would quiet down and think, even the way that he had made his avatar female. When Verya had come to see Vera for the first time, he remembered how her excited face slipped away into something she didn't understand. He could only assume it was disappointment as she talked about how Vera was a girl, too. Had he forgotten something?
'How do you always manage to screw up and make my life worse?' Samson felt faint. It was hard to breathe, and he couldn't figure out when that had started to be the case. He'd been expecting to hear words like that for so long, yet it didn't keep those words from digging into his ears like a tumor--
A hand on his shoulder shook Vera out of a deep trance. Verya's hand had cautiously laid on her shoulder, the touch sending an unpleasant static though the skin as if it had been asleep. She had simply thought that she had been hallucinating voices again, as her incredibly tuned hearing sometimes did to her as it grew overwhelmed under autumn winds-this was not the case, as he was sure that Verya had said something. He asked her to repeat what she had said, and it had been a request for help. Vera only hoped that she didn't notice how she was spacing out like this.
Vera's help was needed to get the party's stage set up and in place. As it stood, the stage was mostly put together. They needed someone to move it to a better area that Verya had found. She had said something about acoustics that Vera hadn't quite followed. She did as she was asked-gripping the stage by the side, she began to move it.
Slowly, perhaps, yet moving it was all the same. Vera preferred this sort of work to yet another request to open her inventory and show that she had little else left to give. It only helped that effort spent drove her less than stellar idle thoughts away from her mind.
@Verya
His oldest friend had suggested that they stay a while to lift the people's spirits with a get-together. As Verya was, she didn't take no for an answer-not that Vera was going to try. It was refreshing to see her so motivated in such a swift time already, even if it seemed to be the art of throwing oneself into a distraction. Given how the people of this village were, perhaps such a thing was necessary from time to time, wasn't it? Did Vera herself not do this very same thing so very often? So often, it had torn their friendship apart and sent someone down a terrible path into abuse.
He could hear it-Samson heard the voice of his once best friend behind his shoulder. 'It's your fault,' Avery said. Samson knew that a lot of things were his fault as of recent; the hard times his best friend had gone onto, the times in which Verya would quiet down and think, even the way that he had made his avatar female. When Verya had come to see Vera for the first time, he remembered how her excited face slipped away into something she didn't understand. He could only assume it was disappointment as she talked about how Vera was a girl, too. Had he forgotten something?
'How do you always manage to screw up and make my life worse?' Samson felt faint. It was hard to breathe, and he couldn't figure out when that had started to be the case. He'd been expecting to hear words like that for so long, yet it didn't keep those words from digging into his ears like a tumor--
A hand on his shoulder shook Vera out of a deep trance. Verya's hand had cautiously laid on her shoulder, the touch sending an unpleasant static though the skin as if it had been asleep. She had simply thought that she had been hallucinating voices again, as her incredibly tuned hearing sometimes did to her as it grew overwhelmed under autumn winds-this was not the case, as he was sure that Verya had said something. He asked her to repeat what she had said, and it had been a request for help. Vera only hoped that she didn't notice how she was spacing out like this.
Vera's help was needed to get the party's stage set up and in place. As it stood, the stage was mostly put together. They needed someone to move it to a better area that Verya had found. She had said something about acoustics that Vera hadn't quite followed. She did as she was asked-gripping the stage by the side, she began to move it.
Slowly, perhaps, yet moving it was all the same. Vera preferred this sort of work to yet another request to open her inventory and show that she had little else left to give. It only helped that effort spent drove her less than stellar idle thoughts away from her mind.
@Verya
