Winter ♫
It was an early morning in the small town of Nan Pass. A quiet frost had crept in the night before and carpeted the ground in a light dusting of snow. The local citizens kept up with their daily habits despite the cold. Miners trudging to their place of work, the sound of blacksmiths hammers ringing throughout the little town. It wasn't exactly a tourist attraction, but despite the grungy appearance of the place, the people inhabiting seemed fairly amenable. The majority of the population consisting of a variety of beastmen and beastwomen. However, at the far east edge of the town, was a small family of humans. Belmontes Benevolent Brews was a small stone shop, with a little fenced herbal garden on the side of the building. a few icicles hanging from the garden terrace where a strange ivy covered it and the whole side of the building.
"Hiruq, go and push the front door open please. It's about time to open shop." His hands continued their rhythmic motion, mashing and grinding the paste. In front of the desk, a large white wolf slowly rose to all fours with a lazy stretch and a yawn. He loped toward the door, then lifted his paws to push down the latch, and shoved it open. He pushed it far enough open that the built in door stopper kicked in. His job finished, the wolf snorted and strutted back to the spot he'd claimed as his napping spot. He curled back into his favored position of sleep, closing one blue eye and then his gold. However, the wolfs moment of sleep was interrupted rather abruptly. The sound of fervent footsteps came thundering down the stairs of the stone shop that doubled as the family's home. A young blonde girl came clambering down the stairs. Stray hues of pink, purple and blue streaking through her hair. She seemed quite determined, and focused as she marched to the front of the shop. Her attire was clean and crisp. A white blouse, with a pair of tan pants and suspenders. A leather messenger bag secured over her shoulder.
"Papa, I'm heading out now. I'll be back by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. I promise!" She started to turn, an about face. But before she could take a single step, two things happened. The white wolf had risen and caught the hem of her shirt between his teeth, holding her in place. And her father spoke up.
"Hold it Aedrianna. I'm expecting some help to show up. I sent a request, and I'm sure there will be some showing up soon." There was a moment of quiet between them, Hiruq, slowly releasing Aedriannas shirt from his maw. The young girl looked at her father with a mixture of emotions passing her eyes.
"Papa...I'm going out to try and find an herb that hasn't been recorded found in more than fifty years. This was supposed to be a test of strength and courage for me. And if I'm blessed, I'll find the SkyThorn Blossoms so I can become stronger and use magic. Without throwing up blood. " She huffed and rubbed her head, a small frown worrying at the corners of her lips. "We can't afford to waste anything on an errand that doesn't have even a thirty percent return on investment. What if I fail, and I can't find them?" She looked to her father pleadingly, "Plus! I wasn't even intending to sell this merchandise. So now we've just lost out entirely. " She sighed and seemed to deflate a little. But before she could say anything else, her father, Thaddeus spoke.
"You've got Grans book right?" He lifted a brow looking over the desk at her. Hiruq, had returned to his curled position, now that Aedrianna wasn't about to run out the door. She blinked for a moment, as his words processed through her mind. After a few empty seconds, her hands went to the leather satchel at her hip and pulled out a small book that has quite a few page markers and bent page corners. Thaddeus nodded and put his tools down to fold his arms. "Gran was the best at finding the things people said were long gone. And she put all her notes in that book. Have faith in Gran. Don't argue, just wait a little while. They'll start to show up here soon. You can leave once we've settled contracts and payments. " If there was anything she wanted to say, it was obvious she was fighting to bite her tongue. After another moment of struggled silence, she drew in a breath and sighed. Then slowly, she bowed her head to her father.
"As you say Father. I apologize, and I am grateful for your caution and care. " Her tone was respectful but something about the way she held herself showed that she was being a little sarcastic here. Her father simply smirked and rolled his eyes, scooping the poultice out, into a glass jar. Aedrianna straightened, and folded her arms, not pouting in the slightest.
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