Making A Move
Location: Five Mines, Main Pit
Time: Day 2, Month 12, Turn 3
Players: Sedgewick and Ownah
Scene: Timing is everything.
Winter has arrived, and with it icy winds and snowfall. There is also a growing need for firewood in the hold, and as a relatively young and able-bodied young man, Sedgewick has been assigned, along with other young spry men, the task of chopping lumber and bringing firewood back to the hold. His cheeks are flushed, the tip of his nose red, and his short, curly hair is hidden by a dark blue knitted cap. One hand is shoved into his coat pocket, the other holds an ax slung over his shoulder as he walks alongside the cart and runner that totes the morning's work. Often one to join in idle banter, Sedgewick seems happy to just listen today, allowing the other men to continue on about their own adventures without offering any of his own.
Even in winter weather it's hard to convince Ownah that staying inside is a good thing. Which is good since most people have no desire to go outside and do a darned thing in the wind and snow. However, the runaway wife outside and happily so. So much so that between the scarf around her neck and the cap pulled down low over her ears she wears a cheerful smile. Likely she's been running errands. Things that had to be done and messages that had to be sent and all that. Now she seems to be just sort of hanging around outside talking to people. Maybe she's waiting for someone? Whatever the case she stands about smiling, waving to people on occasion when she sees them.
As the cart makes its way to the doorway of the hold, other (far warmer) men arrive to begin to unload it and bring the firewood over to the fires. Sedgewick's walking companions offer words and waves farewell before they mill away and into warmer spaces. The guard from Tillek himself hefts his ax gain and begins walking towards the shed where such weaponry is stored. His path will take him past the cheerful Ownah, though it requires several glances in her direction before he realizes that's who she is. She is offered a sudden and dimpled smile, until Sedgewick seems to realize she is busy talking with people who aren't him. His head ducks down and he continues, slowly, towards the shed.
It is a favorite past-time, talking to people. One that does get her in trouble or at least associating sometimes with the wrong sort, but it is fun. It is how you meet new people! So, Ownah happily waves and chats and gets a few odd looks for being outside, willingly. The looks earn her attention and it takes her a few moments to figure out who is doing the looking. When recognition dawns she directs her attention towards the walking guard from Tillek and waves at him. "Hey! Umm. Hi!" Is it too forward to remember his name? She must think it best to not make use of it for now. What she does do is head after him, still smiling. "Wait up already!" Like he's running away and not moving slowly.
At the cry of 'wait up', Sedgewick's slow trudge diminishes into a barely discernible creep. As Ownah comes over, the ax is switched to the shoulder away from her (the better to avoid the unintentional removal of body parts), and he tugs his collar up a bit higher. "Afternoon, Ownah. Doin' all right?"
"Oh, hey. I thought that was you, yea. Doin' great! Isn't it great?" Ownah, chipper til the day she dies. To the core. "I love tha winter time and there's gonna be sledding and it'll be fun! You doin' ok, Sedgewick? Been busy? Ain't see you around." Pause. "Not that I was ever lookin' or nothing. I wasn't not. I mean. Umm. I sound like an idiot, yea?" A cheerful idiot. Smiling widely as she says it.
"Do you? Mostly, I just keep thinkin' I'm gonna find some patch of ice and down I'll go, ax in m'head." Sedgewick smirks, shaking his head and sniffing sharply. "Been pretty busy. Settling in, walking patrols, firewood. Lots to do, 'round here. Bet you have your share've work, too." He kicks a clump of ice and snow out of the way of their walking path. "We got sleds? Gosh." That idea seems to catch him up and call forth another smile until Ownah says she hasn't seen him around. The smile grows. 'Not that I was ever lookin' or nothing.' It shrinks again. 'I wasn't not.' Grows. And then, when she asks if she sounds foolish, Sedge only shakes his head. "Naw. Sound fine to me. Look fine, too. I mean, I like your scarf and things," comes the final and rushed sentence. The temperature must have dropped another ten degrees in the last few seconds, considering how red his cheeks have suddenly gotten.
Sidewise looks are cast towards him, it's hard to do much more when walking beside someone. However, Ownah catches the changing smile and ducks her head down. "Sorry. Been talkin' ta people forever and it seems I forgot how or something. Don't gotta worry so much about ice if you know what ta look for. Didn't you ever play outside as a kid? Don' you get snow at Tillek? I love bein' outside in the snow and in the rain and when it's sunny. Gotta be outside. Been busy, mostly cleanin' inside. More ta clean as snow gets tracked in. Don't mind. Working's good for you." Another sidewise look and her own cheeks get a shade redder than the wind has left them. "Thanks. Made em. Tha scarf I mean. Not so good at gloves, but made some for a friend anyway. Would offer for you, but got tha whole kit it looks like."
Hello, shed. The lumpy little building waits patiently to be reached, and Sedge pulls the door open to slip inside and rest his ax with the others. He slips back out, closing it again. "Sure we got snow in Tillek. But it's a busy place. Lotta feet. Paths and roads were always clear. Can't say I like bein' out in the rain so much. Less it's summer. Then it's a fine idea." He tilts his elbow in polite invitation of Ownah to set her hand there. She's a girl, after all. "It was well onto fall when I left home. Figured I might need a hat and gloves and such. Sorta wishin' I left one'r the other at home now, though."
Outside the shed she waits and once he reappears he gets another smile. Like he was gone for days and not a minute. "Oh. Yea, always busy where I been too. Still, got to find time to enjoy the outside or what's the whole point in it bein' there?" Ownah's life is pretty simple in a lot of ways. It takes a second for her to notice the offered elbow and when she does there is another second of hesitation, but she /is/ a girl and he did offer and so her hand rests lightly there. "Thank you," mumbled as she ducks her head. "Could make you a new cap? A lighter blue. Tha dark blue doesn't, umm. Nothing." She watches the ground to be sure there is no ice and for no other reason.
His free hand lifts to briefly curl over Ownah's before it slides away again. "I'd like that," Sedgewick says quietly. That free hand moves to press down on the dark blue wool. "Somethin' the matter with my cap?" He sounds worried, but dark green eyes are twinkling.
"What? No! I mean, it ain't. . ." Ownah lets the cold cover up the blush. Red cheeks are red cheeks and one can pretend they are that way because of anything. "It's just. . .A lighter color would show your eyes better. I mean, that's what I was told. I mean, I guess yer a guy and all so it don' matter. Just, you know, got nice eyes. Should show em off. Find a nice girl around here. Ain't right a guy not havin' a nice girl and all. S'what my parents always said." She glances up briefly to let him see the way her eyes roll at that sentiment and the little grin that accompanies it.
His chin tucking downward, Sedgewick bites his bottom lip to better conceal his smile. "You like my eyes?" he asks softly, those peepers stealing a glance at the bundled girl on his arm. "Lookin' at a nice girl," he adds after a moment. "Not sure she'll have me, though."
"I know I ain't the first girl to say you got nice eyes," Ownah chides with a teasing grin. "So, don't even be tryin' ta act like you ain't heard it before. You're too cute not ta know it." Lightly, ever so lightly, teasing with her cheerful admonishment. Most of that cheer fades at his last words and her feet stop suddenly. "Ain't. Don' be looking at me at all, Sedge. Not any nice girl. But I can find you one. Just have ta do some lookin'."
His cheeks positively bloom with good health. Or fever. Or sunburn. "Well..." Sedge murmurs, chin tucking closer to his throat as Ownah points out his looks. When her feet stop, so do his, and he glances over as his good cheer fades away to something quiet and solemn. He clears his throat. "You can say no," he murmurs with a small sniff, "but you don't need to insult me on top of it."
Her head lifts up as her eyes widen in surprise and some embarrassment. "Oh, Sedge, no! I didn't mean ta insult you. I'm not sure how I did, but I'm sorry. It's just. . ." It's just she has this husband and all she's not mentioned. Ownah reaches for his hand to hold it in hers, giving it a little squeeze. "You sure seem like a nice guy is all and I don't want my problems coming ta you is all. I wouldn't want that. I don' want you thinking it's anything but that. It's all complicated. Don' be upset, please."
He stares at where his hand is held in hers, silent for a spell. Sedge keeps his fingers loose, palm exposed. His hand is limp in her grasp. "Think anyone comin' here's got problems of some sort. Think maybe I figured on that before I said anything, Ownah. Don't need you to do my reasoning for me." His voice is quiet, a counterbalance to his words.
"Didn't mean to imply. Sorry." It's her chin now that goes down to tuck against her chest. Well, deep into her scarf. Ownah pulls her hand back and uses it to wipe the back of the gloved fingers across her nose. "Didn't mean nothing. S'all. I should go. I'm just bein' a bother and all and I'm sure I got something I need ta be doing and I never meant- just sorry." The poor happy puppy is all sad now.
Sedgewick, tormenter of puppies, gives another sniff as Ownah swipes at her own nose. "I like your company, Ownah. I ain't rollin' over and givin' it up, just yet." He ducks his head down, to plant a quick, warm kiss on her cheek, before stepping back and allow her escape. "Know where to find me, you wanna talk again, sometime." He backs up a few steps, then turns and jogs away.
The combination of cold wind and embarrassment has left her cheek barely warm. And once he's turned to go up comes her head. Ownah lifts a hand, tugs off the glove, and touches her cheek. She stays like that until a gust of wind sends her shivering back inside to get to work on something.
Time: Day 2, Month 12, Turn 3
Players: Sedgewick and Ownah
Scene: Timing is everything.
Winter has arrived, and with it icy winds and snowfall. There is also a growing need for firewood in the hold, and as a relatively young and able-bodied young man, Sedgewick has been assigned, along with other young spry men, the task of chopping lumber and bringing firewood back to the hold. His cheeks are flushed, the tip of his nose red, and his short, curly hair is hidden by a dark blue knitted cap. One hand is shoved into his coat pocket, the other holds an ax slung over his shoulder as he walks alongside the cart and runner that totes the morning's work. Often one to join in idle banter, Sedgewick seems happy to just listen today, allowing the other men to continue on about their own adventures without offering any of his own.
Even in winter weather it's hard to convince Ownah that staying inside is a good thing. Which is good since most people have no desire to go outside and do a darned thing in the wind and snow. However, the runaway wife outside and happily so. So much so that between the scarf around her neck and the cap pulled down low over her ears she wears a cheerful smile. Likely she's been running errands. Things that had to be done and messages that had to be sent and all that. Now she seems to be just sort of hanging around outside talking to people. Maybe she's waiting for someone? Whatever the case she stands about smiling, waving to people on occasion when she sees them.
As the cart makes its way to the doorway of the hold, other (far warmer) men arrive to begin to unload it and bring the firewood over to the fires. Sedgewick's walking companions offer words and waves farewell before they mill away and into warmer spaces. The guard from Tillek himself hefts his ax gain and begins walking towards the shed where such weaponry is stored. His path will take him past the cheerful Ownah, though it requires several glances in her direction before he realizes that's who she is. She is offered a sudden and dimpled smile, until Sedgewick seems to realize she is busy talking with people who aren't him. His head ducks down and he continues, slowly, towards the shed.
It is a favorite past-time, talking to people. One that does get her in trouble or at least associating sometimes with the wrong sort, but it is fun. It is how you meet new people! So, Ownah happily waves and chats and gets a few odd looks for being outside, willingly. The looks earn her attention and it takes her a few moments to figure out who is doing the looking. When recognition dawns she directs her attention towards the walking guard from Tillek and waves at him. "Hey! Umm. Hi!" Is it too forward to remember his name? She must think it best to not make use of it for now. What she does do is head after him, still smiling. "Wait up already!" Like he's running away and not moving slowly.
At the cry of 'wait up', Sedgewick's slow trudge diminishes into a barely discernible creep. As Ownah comes over, the ax is switched to the shoulder away from her (the better to avoid the unintentional removal of body parts), and he tugs his collar up a bit higher. "Afternoon, Ownah. Doin' all right?"
"Oh, hey. I thought that was you, yea. Doin' great! Isn't it great?" Ownah, chipper til the day she dies. To the core. "I love tha winter time and there's gonna be sledding and it'll be fun! You doin' ok, Sedgewick? Been busy? Ain't see you around." Pause. "Not that I was ever lookin' or nothing. I wasn't not. I mean. Umm. I sound like an idiot, yea?" A cheerful idiot. Smiling widely as she says it.
"Do you? Mostly, I just keep thinkin' I'm gonna find some patch of ice and down I'll go, ax in m'head." Sedgewick smirks, shaking his head and sniffing sharply. "Been pretty busy. Settling in, walking patrols, firewood. Lots to do, 'round here. Bet you have your share've work, too." He kicks a clump of ice and snow out of the way of their walking path. "We got sleds? Gosh." That idea seems to catch him up and call forth another smile until Ownah says she hasn't seen him around. The smile grows. 'Not that I was ever lookin' or nothing.' It shrinks again. 'I wasn't not.' Grows. And then, when she asks if she sounds foolish, Sedge only shakes his head. "Naw. Sound fine to me. Look fine, too. I mean, I like your scarf and things," comes the final and rushed sentence. The temperature must have dropped another ten degrees in the last few seconds, considering how red his cheeks have suddenly gotten.
Sidewise looks are cast towards him, it's hard to do much more when walking beside someone. However, Ownah catches the changing smile and ducks her head down. "Sorry. Been talkin' ta people forever and it seems I forgot how or something. Don't gotta worry so much about ice if you know what ta look for. Didn't you ever play outside as a kid? Don' you get snow at Tillek? I love bein' outside in the snow and in the rain and when it's sunny. Gotta be outside. Been busy, mostly cleanin' inside. More ta clean as snow gets tracked in. Don't mind. Working's good for you." Another sidewise look and her own cheeks get a shade redder than the wind has left them. "Thanks. Made em. Tha scarf I mean. Not so good at gloves, but made some for a friend anyway. Would offer for you, but got tha whole kit it looks like."
Hello, shed. The lumpy little building waits patiently to be reached, and Sedge pulls the door open to slip inside and rest his ax with the others. He slips back out, closing it again. "Sure we got snow in Tillek. But it's a busy place. Lotta feet. Paths and roads were always clear. Can't say I like bein' out in the rain so much. Less it's summer. Then it's a fine idea." He tilts his elbow in polite invitation of Ownah to set her hand there. She's a girl, after all. "It was well onto fall when I left home. Figured I might need a hat and gloves and such. Sorta wishin' I left one'r the other at home now, though."
Outside the shed she waits and once he reappears he gets another smile. Like he was gone for days and not a minute. "Oh. Yea, always busy where I been too. Still, got to find time to enjoy the outside or what's the whole point in it bein' there?" Ownah's life is pretty simple in a lot of ways. It takes a second for her to notice the offered elbow and when she does there is another second of hesitation, but she /is/ a girl and he did offer and so her hand rests lightly there. "Thank you," mumbled as she ducks her head. "Could make you a new cap? A lighter blue. Tha dark blue doesn't, umm. Nothing." She watches the ground to be sure there is no ice and for no other reason.
His free hand lifts to briefly curl over Ownah's before it slides away again. "I'd like that," Sedgewick says quietly. That free hand moves to press down on the dark blue wool. "Somethin' the matter with my cap?" He sounds worried, but dark green eyes are twinkling.
"What? No! I mean, it ain't. . ." Ownah lets the cold cover up the blush. Red cheeks are red cheeks and one can pretend they are that way because of anything. "It's just. . .A lighter color would show your eyes better. I mean, that's what I was told. I mean, I guess yer a guy and all so it don' matter. Just, you know, got nice eyes. Should show em off. Find a nice girl around here. Ain't right a guy not havin' a nice girl and all. S'what my parents always said." She glances up briefly to let him see the way her eyes roll at that sentiment and the little grin that accompanies it.
His chin tucking downward, Sedgewick bites his bottom lip to better conceal his smile. "You like my eyes?" he asks softly, those peepers stealing a glance at the bundled girl on his arm. "Lookin' at a nice girl," he adds after a moment. "Not sure she'll have me, though."
"I know I ain't the first girl to say you got nice eyes," Ownah chides with a teasing grin. "So, don't even be tryin' ta act like you ain't heard it before. You're too cute not ta know it." Lightly, ever so lightly, teasing with her cheerful admonishment. Most of that cheer fades at his last words and her feet stop suddenly. "Ain't. Don' be looking at me at all, Sedge. Not any nice girl. But I can find you one. Just have ta do some lookin'."
His cheeks positively bloom with good health. Or fever. Or sunburn. "Well..." Sedge murmurs, chin tucking closer to his throat as Ownah points out his looks. When her feet stop, so do his, and he glances over as his good cheer fades away to something quiet and solemn. He clears his throat. "You can say no," he murmurs with a small sniff, "but you don't need to insult me on top of it."
Her head lifts up as her eyes widen in surprise and some embarrassment. "Oh, Sedge, no! I didn't mean ta insult you. I'm not sure how I did, but I'm sorry. It's just. . ." It's just she has this husband and all she's not mentioned. Ownah reaches for his hand to hold it in hers, giving it a little squeeze. "You sure seem like a nice guy is all and I don't want my problems coming ta you is all. I wouldn't want that. I don' want you thinking it's anything but that. It's all complicated. Don' be upset, please."
He stares at where his hand is held in hers, silent for a spell. Sedge keeps his fingers loose, palm exposed. His hand is limp in her grasp. "Think anyone comin' here's got problems of some sort. Think maybe I figured on that before I said anything, Ownah. Don't need you to do my reasoning for me." His voice is quiet, a counterbalance to his words.
"Didn't mean to imply. Sorry." It's her chin now that goes down to tuck against her chest. Well, deep into her scarf. Ownah pulls her hand back and uses it to wipe the back of the gloved fingers across her nose. "Didn't mean nothing. S'all. I should go. I'm just bein' a bother and all and I'm sure I got something I need ta be doing and I never meant- just sorry." The poor happy puppy is all sad now.
Sedgewick, tormenter of puppies, gives another sniff as Ownah swipes at her own nose. "I like your company, Ownah. I ain't rollin' over and givin' it up, just yet." He ducks his head down, to plant a quick, warm kiss on her cheek, before stepping back and allow her escape. "Know where to find me, you wanna talk again, sometime." He backs up a few steps, then turns and jogs away.
The combination of cold wind and embarrassment has left her cheek barely warm. And once he's turned to go up comes her head. Ownah lifts a hand, tugs off the glove, and touches her cheek. She stays like that until a gust of wind sends her shivering back inside to get to work on something.