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Posted on July 28, 2015 at 06:22:29 AM by Aespe
"Get outta here, girl," the merchant growled, not unkindly, but with waning patience. His paunchy belly bounced beneath fine clothes. He flapped his elegant hand at her and offered an almost patronizing parting statement, "I would be happy to look again at your... treasures," he sniffed, "Whenever you have earned some." He slid his thumb and first two fingers together. "I'm not a charity. If you can't find decent work might as well go to the pirates, they could pick their teeth with you, and learn to take proper goods," he said with a glance around to make sure no one of importance was listening, "Then I'll fence anything of value you bring." The offer dripped with magnanimity. The pair of soft green eyes that stared at him, willing him to relent, but they he did not. When he didn't give up Aespe turned on her heel and moved off with the tread of an alley cat knowing its days are limited by the escape routes it doesn't know. Aespe knew what pirates were, but she wasn't sure what they had to do with her or Bri. Being a twin was one of their most noticeable features, so she had ventured out to barter alone. Of course she had been told what she already knew: her bracelet was a curiosity and a trinket, nothing more. She scuffed her foot in the dirt. She hated bringing bad news back to Bri. Bri would never blame her, but Aespe blamed herself. Her mind still worked on what the oily little man had said. Pirates hunted treasure. How would she know one if she saw one? While Aespe was young she was muscular from work and not soft in the way many young girls were. There were hard angles to her features and despite constellations of freckles there was little that could be considered lovely and cute when she looked so serious. Aespe circled her hand above her head, small finger sketching the circle, above her head in the signal to meet up. It was part of the ship speak used on the ship they had worked on for nigh on six years. Aespe straightened her tattered clothes with as much dignity as she could muster, her otherwise delicate hands showing prominent scarring. That piranha won' 'elp the likes of us," Aespe snapped off each word turning them into swears in tone. "He said somewhat about pirates, though," Aespe ventured on, "If we went an' were pirates, none could take us back, righ'? We'd be free?" It was a vain hope and Aespe wasn't sure if Bri would go along with it. If Bri didn't want to live that way, Aespe couldn't live without Bri. Of course her knowledge of pirates and how to join them was limited. She should have asked that fat, sleek merchant before he shooed her off.  |
Replies:
- 'Tis a Gift to be Simple - By Bri July 28, 2015 at 06:51:43 AM
- 'tis a gift to be Free - By Aespe August 1, 2015 at 01:27:44 AM
- 'Tis a Gift to be Simple - By Bri August 3, 2015 at 01:58:27 AM
- 'tis a gift to be Free - By Aespe August 1, 2015 at 01:27:44 AM
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