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 Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 4:16 pm
A few days had passed since his encounter with the enormous idiot, Kara, and since that time he found it so much easier to do what he used to. The nights of baking in the wee hours in the morning went so much more smoothly now that his hand wasn't constantly tearing open and bleeding all over the place. Despite how terrifying it was to have been attacked by the baowi, and having it eat two of his fingers, Yrre found himself going right back to his old ways. He had to make money, after all, and pastries sold so much better when there wasn't blood everywhere.
Today was just one of those nice days where he felt that nothing could go wrong. His basket was full with the turnovers he had made yesterday, and for the first time in forever, he had been able to use fresh jam. Sure, it was made with a few stolen fruits from an orchard not too far away, but hey, those people weren't going to miss a dozen or so of those fruits anyway. And if they REALLY cared all that much, they would have gone ahead and but a bigger wall around their parameter. But either way, it seemed that those who have normal jobs were paid recently, and were more than willing to spare a few coins or two to the poor kid who seemed to be missing a few fingers.
"Nice, fresh, warm turnovers here!! A real, sweet treat for anyone! Only two copper pieces!" He felt like he was cheating himself with such prices, but.. If it was cheap, it would sell. And it wasn't as if he had made this out of his own items. Swiping from the trees and the leftovers from gleaning the fields meant the only thing they were paying for was labor.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 5:27 pm
The little Dovaa boy of about five or six summers, give or take, tugged at his hood with one hand, the other holding onto his grandmother's hand. He liked her hands. They were soft where they were supposed to be, and rough where they were scaled, and big and warm and comforting. Not like his mother's. They were rough everywhere, and too warm, and she hugged him too tight. He missed her. His grandmother squeezed his hand. "We're almost at Loran's house, Era. Are you tired?"Erahn shook his head. He wasn't tired. He also didn't want to go to Loran's house or play with Loran at all. Loran was boring. And, also, he smelled. But he didn't have any other friends who were free that day, and he'd rather be at Loran's house than at his own. He didn't like the chaos that kept happening around him. He wanted things to go back to the way they had been a year ago, with mama and her too tight hugs and papa and his paintings. He was angry at the whole situation. A sweet scent caught his attention, and he stopped to look. His grandmother stopped too. "Erahn?" she asked, "What is it, Era?" It was pasrty, he could see, being served by an apprentice, and Erahn wanted it. He dragged his grandmother towards it. She could have resisted. Her magic made her strong and, though she was old, she was more than a match for the young mute dovaa. But she let him drag her, her poor darling grandson. After all the Sheronshit with his parents, he deserved a treat...
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 12:20 am
Ah.. Great. Just great. Seriously, Yrre thought this was fantastic. A typical scene in these neighborhoods. Some spoiled little run would pull whoever his guardian was at the time all over the town, screaming and crying for the stupidest things. Yes, it was pretty terrible to watch, but so very nice for his coin bag. There were even times where he could sell an entire basket to the over-indulging guardians. How he wished he could read minds! He would load up the prices before they could hear them. For now, he put on the best 'honest' face he had, and knelt down before the kid who had come to him. "Hello, little one. Would you like a pastry today? I have a few different flavors, something nice and delicious for everyone!" He looked up to the elderly woman, giving her an 'earnest and shy' smile. Old ladies loved those. And he tried to make sure she could get a good view of his missing digits. Maybe playing the pity card was a bit much, but when did an old lady ever refuse a sad kid with an injury? And it wasn't as if his pastries were gross! They were fantastic. "Though I need the money.. I can give you the first one for just one copper." Kids that were dressed up tended to be going to a play date.. And if they were to get a treat, they'd HAVE to bring one for the other kid. He had a bunch of smaller ones made too, so it wouldn't be that terrible of a loss.
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 6:49 am
Erahn came to a halt in front of the apprentice,staring up at him with large, violet, indignant eyes. He pointed to the pastries forcefully and, turning to look at his grandmother, jabbed his hand insistently at them. Yes. He wanted one. He wanted one. "Erahn, use your words." said Gia, inwardly sighing. She wasn't going to refuse her grandson, or - she looked over the apprentice - this poor boy with his injured hand who was clearly hard up. "And its all right, young man. We'll pay your usual price." she said, smiling, as Erahn fumbled out his slate. He'd learned to write when his fellows had learned to talk, for obvious reasons, and could write fairly eloquently for his age. When he wanted to. He scribbled on it and shoved it up at Yrre. His grandmother took a look, giving Yrre an apologetic smile. "I want one." he had written, and underlined. He'd learned that underlining things made people take it urgently. Also thick letters in capitals. He used it often. "Which do you want, Erahn?" she asked, pushing the slate down, gently, "You'll have to tell the nice boy which you want..." the moment she said that, she winced inwardly... she knew exactly what was about to hapen. Erahn erased his slate and scribbled on it again, showing it to both. "All of them."Gia sighed. "Era... We are not buying all of them..." One of each, maybe. Or two of each. But not all. And they would be sharing them around - they needed to keep up goodwill and, also, she had no desire to see what Erahn would be like in the middle of a sugar rush. Erahn stomped once, twice, thrice, his face creasing petulantly. He. Wanted. All. Of. Them. He wanted them now. "Era..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 9:37 am
Yrre was already beginning to live this old lady! She was going to pay the full price! Damn, if he would have know.. If he had only known, he could be going home with twice the amount he would be going today with. But he could do with just the normal amount. Either way, it was better than going home and not having sold ANYTHING. Somedays were like that, more often than not, really. He waited patiently, expecting the little boy to say something, but instead a board was pulled out. Damn.. Just damn. "Ma'am.. I'm sorry but I can't.. I can't read so.. Maybe you shouldn't." He wasn't exactly embarrassed about it, but if the kid made a scene, it would be for naught. Just because the old woman wanted the brat to be 'specific'. He couldn't help but be annoyed by her lack of assertiveness. Yes she was old, but she wasn't disabled! She had a mouth, didn't she? It was embarassing to watch. He knelt down further to the little boy, opening his basket to show that there were four small ones, about the size of an apple, and then four larger ones, about twice the size of the small ones. From what he could tell, the little jerk wanted all of them, and though it only seemed like he had the ones in the basket, he still had more at home, being kept warm in a little oven in his room. "I don't have many, so maybe all is okay. It would be so amazing to actually sell everything.." Now.. Pity time. Unless the little brat was going freak out about there being so little in there, maybe the grandma really WOULD buy them all.
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 5:46 pm
Erahn stopped stomping as the prospect of sweets and the thick rich smell of delicious baked goods reached his nose. He stared at them, drooling, before he took out his clipboard and wrote on it. He started to show it to the boy, but remembered something he'd said. He couldn't read. Who couldn't read?! How was that possible?! He added something to his scribble and shoved it at his grandmother, looking up imperiously as she read it. Gia had known others who couldn't read. Thank abronaxus that she and hers had an education! "He says... oh! Good boy, Era! He says they look delicous..." she kept reading, then gave her grandson a look, "I'm not reading the other part, Era." she said sternly, "Because its very rude." Erahn glared at her and rapped her in the leg. "No." She said. She looked at the boy, holding the slate out of reach of the brat. "... We'll buy what you have left, dear." she said, smiling sheepishly at Yrre.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 10:10 pm
Much more quickly than he would have liked, Yrre's pleasant disposition began to falter, switching over to something that looked far more irritated than what he had come off with originally. Could he deal with stomping, spoiled brats, certainly, but with some little lizard making fun of him, he almost wanted to just drop the basket and put his hands around the kids neck. "I'd... Rather not sell to your ward, ma'am. Knowing that's he's rude, and that he seems to have no discipline, perhaps it would be better for you to put your foot down and tell him no." Of course.. That meant he would get no money from this sale, and he might actually drive some of the customers away, but even with so little, he STILL had his pride. And besides, the city was plenty large enough to go somewhere else to sell after all. Yrre stood, tucking the warming cover back over his sweets, and taking a step back, just in case the little brat wanted to try kicking him or something. Ooh, that's Just what he wanted. Let him hit first. He'd give him a good thwak right back!
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2014 12:53 pm
Gia squinted at him, not sure whether she should be offended or amused that a little boy would try to tell her how to raise her grandchild. "Your not selling them to him." she said thoughfully, holding the board out of Erahn's reach, "You're selling them to me. He gets one if he apologizes..." she gave him a nudge with her foot, "But I get to share the rest with my clients, who I am sure will enjoy them." Well, how was that? Put my foot down enough? she smirked inwardly. She knew how to deal with Erahn. Somewhat. He was an unpredictable child, and his inability to speak made it worse. "Now." she held out a sum of coins, "This was about it, right?" it was more than about it - it was a whole lot more than what Yrre was asking. Erahn stared at it and then glared petulantly at his grandmother. Was she stupid? Even he knew it was too much. He leapt for it, and she pulled it out of the way. "Erahn. Apologize." she said handing him the board with her other hand, which he snatched back and erased angrily.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 12:27 pm
Damn... Just Damn, this woman drove a hard bargain.. She was trying to be assertive, and sure, that didn't really convince the boy, but the money.. Yes, he could definitely use that.. After all.. There were obvious signs that hard times were coming.. And it would hit his district first, and probably the hardest. "... Fine. That works out." He took the money from her, and handed her the basket. He Had made so many of those things that it didn't matter if he gave a basket away ever now and again. Straw was pretty easy to find around here if you knew where to look. "I hope you two have a.. A Pleasant day."
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 3:54 pm
Cooro Cooro I think this works as a closer Gia took the basket. "Thank you, young man." she said, holding the sweets far out of her grasping grandson's reach, "And you as well." Though, of course, she had noticed the tone of his voice. But her grandson had that effect on people, an effect she hoped would diminish with maturity. So far, no luck yet, but he still had time. She tucked the board under her arm and grabbed her grandson's hand and walked away. Erahn glared at Yrre as they left, then back at his grandmother as he, unsuccessfully, grasped at the board or the basket or either one, really. She stopped and graciously handed him the board. "You didn't apologize." she said. Erahn began meticulously cleaning his board, clearly angry, but then again, of course he was. "You get no treats." Erahn made a rude gesture. "Mmm..." she shook her head, "Now you definitely get no treats." she took out one of the pastries and ate it, obviously, in front of him. "Mmmm! These are good!" she said, smacking her lips and watching the fury flush into her grandson's face. She swallowed and chuckled, amused. "Want one?" she said, showing him the basket, "Well, dear, you should think about that the next time you are a rude little brat. It will get you nowhere." She took his hand again, "Now come along. To your friends house." And, grudgingly for some, they walked away.
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