.
"Over here?" Fiora groaned. The third time's not the charm but the limit of her patience this time around as she could tell the little brat was pulling her hair on this one, her arms were getting sore by now, itchy from the constant grind against the fallen boar's fur.
"Mmmm a bit to the left!" Sirah replied, the young huntress giggling quietly to herself as she watched Fiora heave the boar from table to table in her father's workstation, just a few steps away from his home. One of the most reputed butchers in the area, and with this prized beast a feast to celebrate for the aspiring ranger.
Fiora's complaints just grew louder and louder, until the snow wolf took notice of his daughter's mischievousness and stepped in with three taps of his foot. "Sirah..." A powerful frown from these thick eyebrows made her roll her eyes, an apologetic glance given to the pair as she crossed her arms behind her back.
"Sorry, I just like to watch her workout." She admitted with a shrug, indifference betrayed by the rosy tint on her cheeks.
"And I would LOVE to fuck off right now." Fiora retorted with half-closed eyelids, the looks of a bear that's been poked with a branch far too many times already.
"Can I tag along?~"
"No."
"I'll pay the drinks!"
"I ain't falling for that crap twice."
Sirah waved her arms in defeat at that point, clearly there was no way to pierce through that thick, blonde-clad skull of hers. The exchange just had Brynjar breaking into a laughter, the old man joyfully coughing the final vestiges of his hearty chuckle, right as he tagged along with Fiora to the front of his house.
"Thank you again for your assistance, Fiora. I know this ain't much but-" The purse hanging from his belt had been readied, even if there would be a boar or not, whoever would follow with one of his daughter's antics (and suffer through them) is worthy of some compensation. Fiora pursed her lips, humming outloud before she waved a finger back at Bryn.
"Keep it. I want a slice of that boar before I leave the village, sounds cool to you?" She smiled, much like Bryn himself did once she gently pushed the purse back on his hands.
"Heh. Alright then, it does sound 'cool' to me." The man wasn't that convinced with her choice of words, but if that's a Traveler's way to say 'good', then it does sound 'cool' to him. "Don't get yourself in trouble now. I'll be seeing you later." And with that they bid their farewells.
And that left Fiora with an evening free of duties, a pair of sore, itchy arms, and two thoughts in her mind. It has been a while since she sent a mail to Ronja, and frankly she should be doing that right now, but so is the case with Yugam. Would be good to keep in touch once in a while. Opening her UI, Fiora pulled her friendlist and picked his name, one of the few, which didn't surprise her given how stingy she's with adding people.
Voice Mail
Wazzup my guy, this is Blonde's Weather Report, straight from Lubeck- Hah, just kidding. Anyways, I hope you are chillin'. I uhhh am here in this village called Lubeck, heard some stupid shit, listen this one: Some dumbfuck elf shot a window and she had to go talk to the owner of the house. Some kind of competition, I dunno, still funny as hell. Anywaaays, stay safe. And hit me up ingame y'know? I swear I got the home trait for cooking or whatever, my coffee ain't half bad.
Aaaand, sent!
But one voice mail wasn't enough, no. Just as she was about to send a new one though, right as she was crossing the town square, she could see two colours at a distance: Black, and yellow.
The yellow? No idea, she couldn't see their face that well, but didn't look like any girl she's ever seen before. The black one though? Hard to miss, because this idiot made their avatar almost exactly as themselves.
...Wait, is that a chick he's with?
@Yugam @Luthien




