((OOC: 02 Cloudreach, 9:35, Amaranthine with Cyn ))
“See, Baby? Good. Num num.”
While Asa counted out the finder’s fee she’d been paid for the gallbladder of a raccoon, Ylsa seemed content to play with the small skull of the critter (with the teeth removed, of course). It was splattered with color, the results of Ylsa’s first attempt to lacquer the bones herself this time. Now that she’d grown to an age where paint didn’t seem so appetizing, painting bones was a lovely distraction for the babe. It bought Asa a few breaths of spare time for cleaning their tiny abode.
Of course, what Asa didn’t know while she was (politely) correcting the client on the amount agreed to for the (hopefully) medicinal agent. She tried not to ask the clients what their intentions were, and only a couple of times had to give her apologies that she wasn’t able to retrieve what she was asked to source.
“That’s all the coin I brought, so it will have to suffice,” her client said. So nonchalant as if there was little to be done. Asa had half a mind to refuse to give her the gallbladder, but it wasn’t difficult to catch raccoons. She anticipated this sort of behavior.
Ylsa tugged on her mother’s vest. “Mum. Mum. Baby is eat it up like a good girl.” Her speech was still staggered, likely because she didn’t often need to speak for herself between her chatty mother and most common playmates. Asa looked down to see Ylsa, chubby little hand stuffed into the raccoon skull, dragging the front of it across the dirt that made up the little side road of Amaranthine. “I had to show her is good.” It wasn’t until Ylsa looked up that Asa noticed the rim of road dust and dirt around her daughter’s mouth.
“Oh, no-no-no.” Asa’s voice took on that little squeak she used when trying to correct Ylsa but didn’t want her to think she was in trouble.
“Should I assume the matter is settled, then?” the woman asked, drawing Asa’s attention back to the transaction.
“No, no,” she replied, the same squeak in her words, prompting her to repeat them in her non-maternal voice. “You’re three silver short of what you promised me.”
Well, if her mum wasn’t impressed that she’d succeeded in getting “Baby” to eat her afternoon meal, surely someone would be. She hurried off to catch the first person she could find, a tall man. “Look!” Ylsa commanded the attention of this new friend, dirt lining her face much like it did much of the raccoon skull. “Baby eat it all up! Say ‘good job, Baby!”
“See, Baby? Good. Num num.”
While Asa counted out the finder’s fee she’d been paid for the gallbladder of a raccoon, Ylsa seemed content to play with the small skull of the critter (with the teeth removed, of course). It was splattered with color, the results of Ylsa’s first attempt to lacquer the bones herself this time. Now that she’d grown to an age where paint didn’t seem so appetizing, painting bones was a lovely distraction for the babe. It bought Asa a few breaths of spare time for cleaning their tiny abode.
Of course, what Asa didn’t know while she was (politely) correcting the client on the amount agreed to for the (hopefully) medicinal agent. She tried not to ask the clients what their intentions were, and only a couple of times had to give her apologies that she wasn’t able to retrieve what she was asked to source.
“That’s all the coin I brought, so it will have to suffice,” her client said. So nonchalant as if there was little to be done. Asa had half a mind to refuse to give her the gallbladder, but it wasn’t difficult to catch raccoons. She anticipated this sort of behavior.
Ylsa tugged on her mother’s vest. “Mum. Mum. Baby is eat it up like a good girl.” Her speech was still staggered, likely because she didn’t often need to speak for herself between her chatty mother and most common playmates. Asa looked down to see Ylsa, chubby little hand stuffed into the raccoon skull, dragging the front of it across the dirt that made up the little side road of Amaranthine. “I had to show her is good.” It wasn’t until Ylsa looked up that Asa noticed the rim of road dust and dirt around her daughter’s mouth.
“Oh, no-no-no.” Asa’s voice took on that little squeak she used when trying to correct Ylsa but didn’t want her to think she was in trouble.
“Should I assume the matter is settled, then?” the woman asked, drawing Asa’s attention back to the transaction.
“No, no,” she replied, the same squeak in her words, prompting her to repeat them in her non-maternal voice. “You’re three silver short of what you promised me.”
Well, if her mum wasn’t impressed that she’d succeeded in getting “Baby” to eat her afternoon meal, surely someone would be. She hurried off to catch the first person she could find, a tall man. “Look!” Ylsa commanded the attention of this new friend, dirt lining her face much like it did much of the raccoon skull. “Baby eat it all up! Say ‘good job, Baby!”