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 Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 9:49 am
"Feeling selfish is normal, but if you're selfless, you'll continue to waste away.." Rham clicked his tongue and then shook his head. "Just come by sometime with your mother. See if she wants cloth for a new dress." He winked at Tumelo and moved ahead of him, hands behind his back. "As for the weight? It's heavy, yeah. I'm planning on getting a cart and an animal to pull a proper shop one day, to be a travelling salesmen." The short haired man looked up to the sky and just breathed in the air with a sigh. He lead them to the inn that was mentioned and checked himself in before saying two for supper. They were lead into the common room for eating and Rham picked a table nearest the fireplace, but still out of the way. Over in a corner. He settled down first and then watched the other before smiling again. "Stew! Warms the body from the bones outwards."
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 6:19 pm
"I'm almost certain she would not want one... She is blind, so she does not see how lovely they are... And she just isn't really that kinda lady. She's a warrior, through and through..." The thought just how tough his mother was made Tumelo smile just a tiny bit. He always remembered how tough her war stories were when she told them to strangers in a bar or tavern, of the fights and battles she was in. No wonder she was miserable now, she had that all taken away from her.
It didn't seem like Rham wanted to have him help with the fabric, but that was alright. It was for the best, since his hands were filthy anyway. When they went into the inn, he felt the innkeeper's wife's eyes on him, judging him, making him feel so small and ashamed for being the dirty little waif he was. How could he ever feel welcomed in a place like this? He simply cast his eyes down while they were seated, watching Rham's feet as they walked to make sure he was going in the right direction.
He figured that it would be best to pardon himself and leave. As soon as he saw Rham's kind smile, he bit his lip, hushing the words that were on the edge of his tongue. He couldn't say no, not with the man smiling so wide and seeming so eager to stay with him. Instead of walking away, Tumelo found himself sitting down, staring at the fire nearby, too shy to actually make eye contact once more.
"Stew... That does sound wonderful... I-I'm not picky, so any kind you choose would be great." Since he was still here, it would only be polite to continue the conversation, and he wouldn't lie, he was ever so slightly curious to know more about this strange, smiling man.
"Do you go to the other countries to sell your fabric? Have you been to Zena?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2016 12:42 pm
So his mother wouldn't want a dress. That's okay. Rham watched Tumelo with a fond smile on his face before nodding a bit. "I know a few women like that. Ah, yes. Strong women who do not care how they look because functionality over anything else." A nod that was almost sage like. It shouldn't be, he only had limited experience, but he could talk like he knew everything, right? "Stew is my favorite dish over everything, honestly." Another nod. "A hearty meat stew is what you need." So he flagged down the waitress and ordered two big bowls of stew, and some honey mead for himself, and whatever it was Tumelo wanted to drink with it. He paid in coin, fishing it from his bag, and slid it to the waitress before grinning. "Never Zena no, I went to the outskirts of Oba once. Got some pretty fabrics. Tale, Sauti.. I might see about going into Oba and Jauhar one day soon. Want me to pick you up anything for if I happen to find you again?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 6:34 pm
A slight smile came to Tumelo's lips as he held a glass of water that the waitress placed before them in his hands.
"I think my mother would rather have a dress with nothing but pockets... Can you image that? Pockets... Nothing but rows and rows of pickets..." For the first time since they had began speaking with one another, Tumelo laughed softly, covering it partially with a hand. He couldn't even imagine how mad his mother would have been were she to hear him speaking in such a way about her. That didn't matter right now. She was far away sleeping and he was here, safe, with Rham.
"I make an okay kinda stew. Lots of leftovers from past meals with seasonings to cover up some of the weirder flavors.. It's weird, but tasty, and it fills the belly up and lasts a long time when food is scarce between towns." It was rather curious to think of what it would be like to cook a meal where the ingredients were entirely fresh... It would probably taste nothing like what he cooked right now... Once Rham put in the order for the stew his own stomach began to angrily beat at him, demanding to eat right this moment.
"I.. I um..." The thought of being drapped in fantastic and billowy fabrics was such an appealing idea, but he wasn't worth it. No, his mind wouldn't allow him to accept that someone would be so kind to provide him with anything for free. He was still having a hard time believing that his meal had been paid for already.
"I'm not made for anything pretty, I don't think... And I would not have the money to pay you pack for such kindness... But I can try to see if I get some money saved up for maybe a nice small bit of fabric for maybe a ribbon or something... Do you make garments too, or just sell the fabric?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2016 1:37 pm
Listening to Tumelo and watching him try to figure out how to respond to the conversation at hand was amusing. Rham felt himself smiling a bit easier at the Prentice. "Dress with pockets? It's doable if you're home all the time... Though you did say she was blind, so she probably wouldn't care what other women thought of the way she dressed. It could be done in a way that's still pretty. ... ..Probably. I'm not a tailor." Rham waved his hand and then pushed it through his hair as he listened. The stew and drinks came in rapid time and Rham picked up his spoon to move it around before smiling. "Sadly, just sell them. These fingers aren't very nimble." He flexed his fingers on his free, left hand before winking a little. "As for paying me back? Just eat and get full. That'll be my payment." He scooped up a spoonful of stew and downed it with such swiftness that it didn't even look like he tasted it. "Ow! Hot, hot!" Rham stuck his tongue out and let out a hard sigh before licking his lips. "...hot, but really good."
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2016 7:52 am
"I... Um... Oh, okay!" Simply eat his fill then consider that his payment? He could do that, He could DEFINITELY do that. And a good ribbon for his hair would be great, especially during those days when the wind blew just way too much in Sauti. It would be nice to have a piece of fabric tying his curls back for once. And the wink simply caused the prentice's cheeks to dust a pretty rose color before he adverted his gaze, hoping that the food would come soon enough.
Tumelo gratefully accepted the soup that was presented before him and started to stir it slowly, allowing more air to run across it in order to cool it down quicker. Unfortunately his companion didn't seem to be so aware of it's heat and immediately seemed to burn himself. Of course Tumelo quickly rose to his feet to see if he was alright, leaning over the table to get a better look, but as soon as Rham spoke again, he smiled wider than before and began to laugh.
It was a nice laugh, soft but enough to shake his entire small frame. His sides began to ache from the unusual feeling, and he gripped at them, trying to look at Rham to apologize, but seeing him again just made him laugh all the more, a hand coming up to try to stifle the sound. To avoid knocking over his own stew and ending up burning himself, the young man plopped back down into his seat, finally seeming to get the laughter under control.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He chuckled, finally settling down enough to continue to stir his strew, gazing down at it with a shy smile. "I do hope you're okay, but that was funny!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 11:23 am
That laugh made Rham relax even more and he just stuck out his tongue a little and huffed. It was rude food! Burning him like this. He showed it what by stabbing a potato in it and then stirring it up a bit more. "I am! It's fine. I got over eager and the food told me to slow down 's all." Rham's tongue burned really bad, but it was fine. There was about half the bowl left and he could slow down and enjoy it he supposed. "I just love hot food like stew. Warms you from your bones to your skin. Full body, like a hug." Part of him wondered if Tumelo knew what a hug was, but he had a mother. ...Sort of, in Rham's humble opinion. More like a slave driver, but he wasn't supposed to judge. The two ate their meals in companionable silence, occasionally broken by Rham making a face or asking Tumelo how he was feeling now that he had food in him. While Rham knew this meal wouldn't put much meat on those bones, he felt better knowing the boy wouldn't die in the next day from not eating. Hopefully he could find himself out from under his mother's puppeteer-ing and be himself. Not everyone had that luxury early in life. When everything was said and done, Rham knew the boy had to get back to his mother, so he didn't bother asking if he wanted to stay in the room with him. That could also be misinterpreted for something else entirely, so better safe than sorry. He saw Tumelo off to the door of the inn and just watched him disappear into the night's blanket of darkness. He leaned against the door frame, watching him go until he couldn't see that blond curly hair anymore and then headed back to his room. Rham had mixed feelings over everything that happened. He hoped he saw the boy again and didn't hear any tragic news.
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