Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2023 16:39:15 GMT -5
[ For Elena Eldouir ]
The streets of Elderkeep were less and less busy as the weather grew colder. Especially later in the day, when the sun was retreating behind the horizon and no longer providing what little warmth it could give to them. Instead, Rhidi moved to the next source of heat available to him. Somewhere around the center of the village of broken down wagons was a large fire pit that was kept burning as often as possible. There were almost always other Dresmondi gathered around it, those with no real home or shelter, those that preferred the evening. Some sat by the fire all day with wares out in front of them to trade to whoever might see them in passing.
Cypha sat perched around Rhidi's shoulders, the man bent slightly over as he walked so his dyr could rest there comfortably without falling while she munched on a carrot she'd found in the trash behind the tavern. It was bruised and soft in spots, but tasted fine to her. The crumbs fell onto his shirt and stained it, but he wouldn't complain. She kept his shoulders warm and he was like a carriage ride for her. Equivalent exchange.
"There it is," he said, emerging from the maze of wagons to the fire at the center. Approaching it, he lifted his hands toward the flames and rubbed them together. His loose sweater was old, thin, and ripped, and barely provided any warmth but to help keep the wind from scraping his skin.
"Put me down, your bony shoulders are stabbing me," Cypha grunted, carrot tucked under one arm as her nails dug into him.
"Ow, why'd you do that?" He whined, grabbing her by the scruff and sitting her down on the ground. She growled, always annoyed by his whining and the way he picked her up. The raccoon barely moved from the spot where he sat her, slumping against his feet and finishing the carrot, the crumbs now falling onto her own belly.
The streets of Elderkeep were less and less busy as the weather grew colder. Especially later in the day, when the sun was retreating behind the horizon and no longer providing what little warmth it could give to them. Instead, Rhidi moved to the next source of heat available to him. Somewhere around the center of the village of broken down wagons was a large fire pit that was kept burning as often as possible. There were almost always other Dresmondi gathered around it, those with no real home or shelter, those that preferred the evening. Some sat by the fire all day with wares out in front of them to trade to whoever might see them in passing.
Cypha sat perched around Rhidi's shoulders, the man bent slightly over as he walked so his dyr could rest there comfortably without falling while she munched on a carrot she'd found in the trash behind the tavern. It was bruised and soft in spots, but tasted fine to her. The crumbs fell onto his shirt and stained it, but he wouldn't complain. She kept his shoulders warm and he was like a carriage ride for her. Equivalent exchange.
"There it is," he said, emerging from the maze of wagons to the fire at the center. Approaching it, he lifted his hands toward the flames and rubbed them together. His loose sweater was old, thin, and ripped, and barely provided any warmth but to help keep the wind from scraping his skin.
"Put me down, your bony shoulders are stabbing me," Cypha grunted, carrot tucked under one arm as her nails dug into him.
"Ow, why'd you do that?" He whined, grabbing her by the scruff and sitting her down on the ground. She growled, always annoyed by his whining and the way he picked her up. The raccoon barely moved from the spot where he sat her, slumping against his feet and finishing the carrot, the crumbs now falling onto her own belly.