As Tanrial wandered through the stone buildings she made sure to keep an ear out for people. She heard nothing and ran a hand over the grey stone. She found it peaceful, almost relaxing apart from the looming threats that could spring at any moment.
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All at once there came the intense sensation of being watched. No one was in view, but the feeling was strong.
She turned and survey the area, nothing. No one in sight. She backed out of the room and onto the field, looking for any threats.
At first, there was nothing. But after a moment, a small figure crept out from behind a crumpling wall. It was a young boy, dressed in rags, staring at Tanrial with large brown eyes.
"Hey lady," he said, his voice wobbling. "Can you help me? My ma's real sick. Please, nice lady?"
“Sorry, I don’t think I can help.” She said softly but warily.
Tears welled up. "You must have medicine," he said desperately. "Or herbs or somethin'! She's gonna die, lady!"
“Sorry, I don’t have anything.”
He stared at her for a moment longer, then his face bunched up in anger. "You stupid jerk!" He called her some other names as well. "You're just like everyone else! I better not see your face around here again!" Furiously, he turned and ran off between the buildings.
(brb, eating supper right quick)
Tanrial waved her had and stopped the boy, bringing him back and placing him down in front of her, “Listen here, boy. You can’t go making threats to people older and stronger the you, got it? When I say I don’t have anything, it does not mean I don’t want to help, it’s that I actually don’t have any supplies on me.”
He looked at her in shock and dawning awe. "Wait….you can do magic?"
“Yes, I can.” She released her hold on the boy.
"Then…..you can do somethin' to help! You can fix her!" He tugged at Tanrial's hand. "At least try! Magic people can do anythin'!"
“Not everything, I can try but… we have to see my friends first. My supplies are with them.” She grabbed the boys hand and led him to Mike and Bernon, “What’s your name?”
Mike and the boy gave each other a unanimous suspicious squint. Bernon looked confused, but did his best to look friendly.
"Name's Meetch," the boy said grudgingly.
(Argh, gotta go early tonight, sorry. See you tomorrow ^^)
“Meetch, this is Betnon and Mike. I’m Tanrial.”
(See ya tomorrow)
Mike glanced at Tanrial sharply. "Who's this kid? Why is he here?"
(Oh, by the way, pretty soon my schedule's going to completely change. I'll have to get up at like five in the morning to help my sis get ready for her job, which means I have to go to bed at eight, which is two or three hours earlier than normal. It's only for three weeks or so, but in that time we'll only have like an hour and a half together in the evenings. :( I still really want to do this so I'll try to be on when I first get up in case it's still early enough to catch you before you go to bed–we'll just have to see how that works. Anyway, just thought I'd let you know)
“He say’s his mother is sick and wanted help. I refused at first but… he’s just a kid”
(That’s completely fine, typically it’s when I’m on holidays where I would have had more time to be online. We’ll try our best to figure time schedules out)
(Okay sounds good ^^)
"We can help," Bernon said immediately. "Take us to her."
Mike gave the boy a stone-cold look. "Is it just you and her? Or are there others living with you?"
"Just us," Meetch replied. "Nobody likes us."
Mike may or may not have rolled his eyes. "Of course. How convenient."
"Mike!" Bernon glared at him. "Remember what we agreed? Peaceful contact first. Let's go do this."
“Come on, lead the way.” Tanrial smiled a little and took his hand.
He smiled at her gratefully. "Thanks, lady." Turning, he led them back into the city and through the buildings until they reached a small, mostly intact house with boarded windows and a badly repaired front door.
"In there," Meetch said, pointing.
Tanrial nodded and held her satchel firm, one hand in reach of a dagger in case she needed it. Slowly, she opened the door. The inside was a mess. No lights, dust lined nearly every surface. The furniture was scattered in no particular order, and with no lights made it hard to get around.
There was a cough from the far side of the room, weak and painful. "Is someone there?" The quavering voice sounded odd, no doubt due to the old woman's poor condition.
“Hello, I’ve come to help.”
"Help? Oh, nonsense. Why would anyone bother helping me?" The cough came again.
Bernon stepped forward, his voice gentle. "Your son brought us here. It's all right, we're harmless."
Something shifted in the shadows. "Harmless, eh?" The old woman's voice wobbled unnaturally. "How lovely."
And then the door slammed shut behind them, leaving Mike still outside. From somewhere else in the house came the sound of Meetch cackling.
The figure straightened and threw off the old blanket, revealing a cold sneer and quite a bit of beard. "I love the harmless ones," he growled, and drew out a large, rusty knife.
(brb off to eat)