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 Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2024 5:00 pm
Amathrag 1
He had been looking for mushrooms, and likely bits of wood that he could make stuff out of that were useful like spoons and chairs. It was a good hobby, when he had first started his projects hadn't been anything to write home about but by now he was much better and working on his own style of carving. It was fun to imagine what could be done with a piece of tree and then make it happen, sometimes it was better than he had imagined.
He had a fair basket of mushroom and edible wild onion and a nest full of eggs that had been too tempting after so much walking by himself with no food places for miles.
Thunder rolled and he looked up, it seemed that his gathering was to be cut short. He ran pell mell back for the little cabin that he had set up, it was easy to take apart and move if he needed to be loaded on a wagon for travel but he hadn't had to for a while, he liked this place. But he also liked being dry to cook!
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2024 1:41 pm
She'd offered to run to the nearest town and pick up a few things while her family finished up a job, now that she and her sister were older they could help with little things here and there. Harlei was excited to get the task done but then she heard the thunder and looked up.
"Did Papa mention a storm?" She'd grown accustomed to listening to her father when he would mention rain or storms. The man had lived off the land long enough that she was sure he could summon rain if he wanted. As the clouds rolled in and the sky got darker she looked for a place to shelter until it passed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2024 8:27 pm
Amathrag 2
He was drenched and striped off his outer clothing, he knelt before the fireplace and coaxed sleeping coals back to wakefullness. He hung his clothing on the line that ran down the center of the cabin. Then he went to the cutting board to chop his catch. He added onion and a bit of freshly caught meat to make a hearty soup. Spices followed and he dug a loaf of rounded simple bread out.
He cut some cheese from a wheel that he had made himself, he was relatively new to cheese making but this one had come out good if he did say so himself. There was something magical about making food from scratch. He laid all the food out and let the soup simmer. He stoked the fire and fed it scraps of wood before standing to get himself some cloths to replace the ones drying above. His room was partitioned off from the main room with a wooden wall but he liked the enclosed area for sleeping.
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2024 6:47 am
By the time she found the cabin she was soaked. Harlei's hair was sticking to her, along with her clothes, and she could feel the cold on her skin. She felt like ice. With a shiver she pushed the door open and made it inside, not bothering to knock. If there was someone inside they would understand surely.
Harlei leaned against the door to shut it, her head tilted back as she panted from the cold run through sheets of rain. "Moon's glory it's cold.." She would need to get warm soon or risk getting sick. Harlei also remembered that she would need to take her soaked clothes off as they would keep her from getting warm. So without another thought she started to strip the outer layer of clothes and wring the water out of them.
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Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2024 11:27 pm
As it happened he did not hear the door, he had just put on a pair of cotton boxers on and went back out to check his soup over the flames. He had definitley not been expecting a soaked traveller also in a state of partial undress. He froze and then sputtered back to life.
"I'm sorry I had not expected, I ..." He retreated and put on another layer of clothing.
"Of course I do understand wanting to escape a storm like that... I haven't seen one quite like it for a while." He held out a towel to the half drowned earhling. "Here," He said gruffly but warmly.
It was homespun a soft but simple weave, he made most of the stuff in his home, it was fun. And there was nothing better than the comfort of a dry towel after a good drenching.
"It came out of no where, I uh, I have food if you need. My name is Amathrag, you can just call me Ama if you like."
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