Post by Celina Zabinski on Nov 18, 2021 20:36:02 GMT
The Search for Sammy Begins...
Co-Written with the fabulous Riah
Celina comes to the quiet halfling village in the afternoon. It’s past harvest time so no one is really out in the fields, though the hin are coming and going about their business, bundled up in scarves. It’s chilly but the sun is warm on her face, whilst it is still high enough to be.
She sees Florian in the distance in the flower fields and hears Jacinta with her scouts. The little rogue debates going to one of them to ask where the Plumbstead Farm is but old habits kick in. Once she crosses the river, Celina ducks behind the Hearth and Road and it doesn’t take long for her to hear that the Plumbstead farm is on the other side of town.
Celina does her best – or what she maybe pretends to be her best. She is nervous as all hell and too focused on trying to find Sammy that she doesn’t notice a pair of halflings looking directly at her as she “casually” saunters from one house to another, very suspiciously.
She takes her time looking around the farm, going through the field. But she realizes quite quickly it might have been better to stay closer to the buildings, take the long way around, as she hears hasty footsteps come to the front door of the house. The figure that emerges could only be Sammy’s father. He walks the full length of the wrap around porch, scanning for the interloper on his property, but Celina barely manages to stay still enough for his eyes to pass over her. Not finding what he was looking for, he picks up the empty cornucopia on the porch and heads inside. Only then does Celina let go of the breath she was holding. She definitely should have come at night, not in the middle of the day but here she is, trying to sneak about her husband’s family home.
Deciding not to risk going inside, Celina hunkers down and waits, hoping to catch some conversation from the kitchen where two delicious looking apple pies are cooling on the windowsill.
“When did Sammy say he’d be home?” a middle-aged female voice asked. Probably Sammy’s mom. It sounds as though she’s speaking a bit louder than normal, which seems odd.
“Not for another day or two, I think. Something about cleaning up some posters he made in Port Ffirst,” answers a gruff male. Sammy’s dad. He’s not as loud but he is closer to the window.
“That boy. Well, hopefully, once he’s done cleaning up his mess, he can help out around here. We’re not made of money, spending all that time at that fancy place in Daring Heights.” His mom is rather expressive when she speaks. Not that Celina isn’t that type of person either. But it just comes across as a little… forced.
“Hmm,” comes the non-committal reply, almost awkwardly.
The conversation continues on, eventually returning to a bit more of a normal tone. But Celina doesn’t see Sammy. She seems to have tried looking for Sammy in the wrong place...
Celina is about to leave but before she does she takes out a piece of paper and quickly scribbles down a message. The letter she finds is crumpled and her handwriting is messy. It looks rushed.
Celina rereads her words and is about to tear up her letter and start again, when she realises she has nothing more to write on. She curses and stares at her note. She sighs and decides to use it. She wants to add more but feels she'd rather leave it to talk to him in person, if she can ever see him again. She folds the letter in half and quietly goes up to the front porch. She places the letter down and decides she needs to place a weight of some kind to prevent her letter from blowing away. An idea suddenly comes to mind. She pulls out an apple and places it down on top of the letter. Celina smiles pleased with herself.
Then she quickly takes off and heads back to Port Ffirst.
Co-Written with the fabulous Riah
Celina comes to the quiet halfling village in the afternoon. It’s past harvest time so no one is really out in the fields, though the hin are coming and going about their business, bundled up in scarves. It’s chilly but the sun is warm on her face, whilst it is still high enough to be.
She sees Florian in the distance in the flower fields and hears Jacinta with her scouts. The little rogue debates going to one of them to ask where the Plumbstead Farm is but old habits kick in. Once she crosses the river, Celina ducks behind the Hearth and Road and it doesn’t take long for her to hear that the Plumbstead farm is on the other side of town.
Celina does her best – or what she maybe pretends to be her best. She is nervous as all hell and too focused on trying to find Sammy that she doesn’t notice a pair of halflings looking directly at her as she “casually” saunters from one house to another, very suspiciously.
She takes her time looking around the farm, going through the field. But she realizes quite quickly it might have been better to stay closer to the buildings, take the long way around, as she hears hasty footsteps come to the front door of the house. The figure that emerges could only be Sammy’s father. He walks the full length of the wrap around porch, scanning for the interloper on his property, but Celina barely manages to stay still enough for his eyes to pass over her. Not finding what he was looking for, he picks up the empty cornucopia on the porch and heads inside. Only then does Celina let go of the breath she was holding. She definitely should have come at night, not in the middle of the day but here she is, trying to sneak about her husband’s family home.
Deciding not to risk going inside, Celina hunkers down and waits, hoping to catch some conversation from the kitchen where two delicious looking apple pies are cooling on the windowsill.
“When did Sammy say he’d be home?” a middle-aged female voice asked. Probably Sammy’s mom. It sounds as though she’s speaking a bit louder than normal, which seems odd.
“Not for another day or two, I think. Something about cleaning up some posters he made in Port Ffirst,” answers a gruff male. Sammy’s dad. He’s not as loud but he is closer to the window.
“That boy. Well, hopefully, once he’s done cleaning up his mess, he can help out around here. We’re not made of money, spending all that time at that fancy place in Daring Heights.” His mom is rather expressive when she speaks. Not that Celina isn’t that type of person either. But it just comes across as a little… forced.
“Hmm,” comes the non-committal reply, almost awkwardly.
The conversation continues on, eventually returning to a bit more of a normal tone. But Celina doesn’t see Sammy. She seems to have tried looking for Sammy in the wrong place...
Celina is about to leave but before she does she takes out a piece of paper and quickly scribbles down a message. The letter she finds is crumpled and her handwriting is messy. It looks rushed.
Dear Sammy,
I got your ring. We need to talk. Come to my shop in Port Ffirst. I will be there.
I will wait.
Celina
I got your ring. We need to talk. Come to my shop in Port Ffirst. I will be there.
I will wait.
Celina
Celina rereads her words and is about to tear up her letter and start again, when she realises she has nothing more to write on. She curses and stares at her note. She sighs and decides to use it. She wants to add more but feels she'd rather leave it to talk to him in person, if she can ever see him again. She folds the letter in half and quietly goes up to the front porch. She places the letter down and decides she needs to place a weight of some kind to prevent her letter from blowing away. An idea suddenly comes to mind. She pulls out an apple and places it down on top of the letter. Celina smiles pleased with herself.
Then she quickly takes off and heads back to Port Ffirst.