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 Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 2:40 pm
The tavern was bustling that night. The crowd was cheerful as they talked over the scrapes and clinks of dinnerware. The servers walked by with smiles and chatted at each table. The two fires crackled and snapped with life, giving warmth and light to the patrons filling the room.
At the edge of this content crowd sat Ergon. He'd found a chair that wasn't being used and had it against the wall, and sat on it with his legs tucked under himself and toes hanging off the back. From there, he could silently watch the crowd and pick out bits of conversations. From there, he could avoid the silence he hated.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 4:18 pm
Myrida hummed as she moved through the crowd. Waving at a few men who worked with her Dad at the Inn, while greeting their wives and older children who grew up with her. As the slender female walked around a table she blinked as she noticed the small ice boy. She tilted her head as she walked towards him smiling. "Hey there! What's a little strong guy like you doing in the corner?" she asked as she sat down turning a chair so she could lean on her folded arms.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2016 4:36 pm
It took Ergon a moment to realize he was the one being spoken to, and his eyes widened with surprise. That didn't look like a Zenan!
His eyes narrowed suspiciously, nose lifting a hair. Not Zenan meant not important, right? That was what he'd been taught. But.. the person had come to talk to him... "Just watching," he replied hesitantly, cocking his head slightly as her looked the young woman over. "You look weird," he stated in a observational but also questioning manner. "Why do you wannna talk to me?" The question came without malice, but a learned wariness around those not like himself.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 12:04 am
Myrida chuckled. "I'm not a Ice Tribesmen, I'm a Shifter. I originally hale from Jauhar. My Dad and his partner moved here to Zena to start a new life." she said as she looked around. Looking back to the child she had a genuine smile. "I like talking to children because they know more than adults think they do..." She looked back as a few loud bouts of laughter sorta startled her. Seeing nothing of importance she put her attention back on the boy. "My name's Myrida...what's yours?" she asked nicely.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 9:04 pm
A shifter from Jauhar? He'd been told that was a very far away land. A new life... His own gold eyes shifted away. "I don't think I can ever leave Zena. It's home."
Know more than adults think...? His eyes lifted slowly, rather amazed to hear such words. Such a flattering statement... and Ergon ate it all up. "We sure do know lots!" he agreed proudly, his mood perking up. "My name is Ergon." He quickly jumped to his feet and gave her a small bow like he'd been taught. Even if she wasn't of Zena.. she seemed to be worth being pleasant to. "It's nice to meet you."
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 5:18 pm
The elder female nodded her head in reply to the child's little bow. He was sooo cute! "I didn't feel a great attachment to Jauhar's forests to be honest." she confessed. "The snows of Zena are comfortable for me though." She felt her ears turn red as she thought of Ai'ian. Her blacksmith. She chuckled. "I hope to be able to settle down here for good though. If all goes well with a guy I'm courting." she winced. "Sorry...I don't think you want to hear about adult things, Ergon. What do you like to do?" she thought of changing the subject.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2016 6:06 pm
Ergon looked at the woman curiously. No attachment to home? ..Someone who could sense they should have been born in Zena! Neat! "I like it here," he said with approval.
On the edge of his own hormonal plummet, Ergon wrinkled his nose at the mention of courtship. That was weird adult stuff. ..Wow, this lady was smart! Of course he didn't want to talk about icky things like that. "Hmm... I like reading, and running, and singing, and cooking, and all sorts of things!" Now that Myrida had successfully caught Ergon's fancy, he was more than happy to open up about fun things.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 10:44 am
Myrida chuckled as she looked back to the jovial crowd behind her. "Singing and Dancing were a major part of my childhood. This motley crew behind me...most of them are friends with my Dad who followed him up here to help him get settled." The honest truth...mostly. The crew she was referring to was in fact members of her Father's Bandit circle. People who wanted to stick close to the ones who became family to them. "You could say their family to me...though not through blood, but bonds." she explained. "Reading. I enjoy that as well, though I'm more of a adventure type." she smiled sweetly. She really was enjoying herself with the little guy. "Ah...cooking. I'm still working on that."
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 7:19 pm
Ergon clenched his hands bashfully. He really hadn't told too many people about his love for singing... It was nice to not be laughed at for it; which had happened to him before. The concept of bond family rather than blood family eluded the little guy, making his head c**k curiously.
Still working on cooking? But, she was older! "I've been cooking for home for a while now," he stated proudly.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 8:47 pm
Myrida leaned back a little as she smiled. "That's good. Keep at it. If you can enhance your skills as you get older, try branching out into like...camp cooking. Like if you and a few friends get lost in the wilderness, you'd be able to survive." she suggested. She knew how to do that. Though those meals were crude and usually the bare basics. Though while out in the wild, a meal was a meal. As long as it smelled right and you didn't feel upset after the first bite you were generally okay. She thought about a few other things. "What do you like to sing?" She was curious.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 10:25 am
Ergon's brow knit curiously. Learn how to cook in the wild? In case he.. got lost? Why would he go wandering through the woods? To him, it simply didn't make sense. "But I won't ever get lost," he said firmly.He had no intention of ever getting lost! His brother had already done that...
What did he sing? He blushed again, shifting on his seat. "Soft things," he murmured bashfully. "Mother likes soft songs."
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 5:27 pm
She let her chin fall into her hand as she smiled softly at the boy. He was a innocent thing indeed. As she listened the female hummed a soft tune. "Its always good when you can comfort your parents." she mused absently. She looked back to the long haired silver haired shifter. "You see that slender male right there, the one leaning against that big guy? That's my Dad." She sounded proud. "He's opening up a Inn in this settlement. He has a little more way to go before its fully operational, but everyone around here has been really nice."
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2016 6:12 pm
Ergon's eyes lit up. That was exactly why he sang soft songs. To comfort his mother. She needed a lot of comfort.
His eyes shifted to see who Myrida was pointing at and frowned. Myrida was nice, but the father was not Zenan, and had not earned Ergon's approval yet. "Is your mother Zenan?" he asked, looking around the busy tavern. Maybe a Zenan mother was why he liked Myrida!
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 7:55 am
Myrida shook her head gently. "I'm sure if she was, she'd be a better mother." she said as she set her chin on her arms. "She and Dad, never got along really. I knew exactly how much she hated him...and me by extension." She smiled at the child. "But...that's no reason to make you feel down...what other things do you like to do? Do you have any friends?" she tilted her head.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 11:08 am
The talk of Myrida's mother made Ergon's eyes widen, too shocked to be snobby about the non-Zenan heritage. Her mother hated her dad.. and her just because? Was.. was that why mother acted the way she did? He'd never considered the possibility that a mother could hate her child...
Ignoring the change in subject, his eyes slid down to his hands. "Do you.. can mothers really hate their children?" he asked softly. "My mother is sick.. since my brother died. She's always either angry or sad or.. not there at all." He looked hesitantly up at the shifter. "What if she hates me because I look like him?"
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