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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 9:12 pm
"Ah, just...just someone asking for directions. I'm afraid I'm terrible with them, so if you would be so kind as to please tell me where I am going I will not bother you ever again."
Panata had stopped a good distance away from the man, and had been taking care to walk a good amount of space away from Rinee as well, and he would have chuckled slightly to ease his nerves if he wasn't already sure that he was uneasy and a chuckle would set this man off. Probably.
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 9:42 pm
Finally they were at the house, and Rinee all but skipped to the door. "He's a glass crafter daddy. He needs to get back to the smiths. You're better at giving directions than me." With that she disappeared inside.
The man sat the wood rack down by the door and then turned back to the boy with all the swagger of a tired old man who's worked on a farm all day. "Y' keep goin that way-" he pointed" An' you'll find a fork n the road. Take it an' it'll take ye in to town. Then th' road's nuthin' but a big circle. From there y'can't miss it."
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Okay maybe his directions weren't much better, and it had to be deciphered from a heavy drawl, but it was better than Rinee's. Her father made to turn back to the door but then turned back to Panata. "You newcomer better not be bringin' any of yo' outsider diseases, y'hear? Beem alottaya comin' in recently an I tell you now I ain' a bit happy 'bout it-"
"Daddy! Please!" Rinee said as she came back out the door, squeezing past him. In her hands wrapped up in brown paper was a half a loaf of small bread.
"Whut chu givin' dat boy our food fer, Rinee?"
Rinee was standing in front of Panata when she looked back at her father. "Oh, daddy, surely we can spare a little bit of bread! I'll get up early tomorrow and make another whole loaf myself if you'd like!" Rinee said, simply waving her father off before looking to Panata. "Here!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 9:49 pm
Panata wanted to die, or at least right then and there he wished he had Meisir with him. The Brown would keep him calm and probably defend him with a hiss, and if he has Atrisi too her presence would ease his nerves. . . but both of them were back with L'thor at High Reaches. They couldn't come here even if he called for them, no matter how hard he may want to. They'd be killed, and that was a fate worse than anything.
"I can assure you I'm disease free, except for maybe the disease of having good manners and know how to be polite to people. I guess the one thing that the whole of the fine craftsmen in Ghenza fails at is how to treat others decently. It's a shame that people who think themselves better are far worse in that regard."
Panata had no idea why he suddenly snapped back, perhaps it was the fact that a little girl was trying to be so kind despite the clear dislike her father was showing, and the boy smiled and patted the little one on the head before politely refusing her food once more.
"I couldn't trouble you for this, it's not mine to take even if you offer. Ghenza food shouldn't be wasted on outsiders, right?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 9:59 pm
The old farmer shook his head and muttered something probably related to outsiders.
Rinee couldn't help but pout now, and perhaps the lashing out was contagious but.. well anyone could attest to how Rinee got when she wasn't allowed to help.
"But you're not an outsider anymore, right? Besides, if you were okay-ed to come into Ghenza then you gotta be alright. Ignore daddy!" Rinee looked around to make sure her father didn't reappear outside within earshot, and she lowered her voice anyway "A lotta the meanies are just old coots that don't like change anyway." Her tone returned to normal, "Things will get better as people get to know you!" And there she was with her bright and happy smile. Obviously she got her optimism and kindness from her mother.
Rinee held out the bread again, head tilted slightly, "Please take it?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 10:13 pm
"I really don't want to eat your food, but if you keep on offering me then I won't refuse anymore."
Panata took the piece of bread with a strong word of thanks, his body almost shaking from the nerves he felt over sassing off to an adult - an adult at Ghenza none the less - but he seemed to start calming down once the food hit his mouth. It was very, very good, and he found himself eating faster than he intended.
"That was very good Rinee. Did you help make it?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 20, 2010 10:18 pm
Rinee nodded. "Momma taught me to bake last summer. Hopefully that will tide you over till you get back in to town. I know my daddy can be mean, but hopefully his directions helped."
The sky was getting a lot darker now, and Rinee was sure Panata would rather get on his way while there was still a little light. That and she was pretty sure dinner was just about ready.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 10:49 am
"It's fine, I'm getting kind of used to the manners of the people here. While you're not as friendly to others as High Reaches, I guess there is still some kindness that lays underneath it all. It's just that you probably have to look very hard to find things, though there certainly are very nice people like you."
Panata finished eating the bread and politely dusted the sides of his mouth with his fingers rather than his sleeve, seeing as he was barely wearing any sleeves to begin with. Even with the weather cool here he found that the bellow and forges were still hot, and with all the work he put in there wasn't a need to stay warm in terms of clothing.
"As for the bread, thank you again. I hope I wasn't too much of a bother."
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 6:06 pm
Rinee shook her head. "No trouble at all!"
There was a shout from the house "Dinner time, Rinee!"
"Yes, Mama!" Rinee shouted back towards the house, then looked back at Panata as she headed towards the door. "Bye! I hope to see you again! Have a good night-" ummm,..what was his name again? Oh well. She waved, and that was that, into the house went the talkative little girl.
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