The Granny and the Feline Make Amends (Booysa & Nakia)
Aug 16, 2022 7:01:05 GMT
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Post by Nakia on Aug 16, 2022 7:01:05 GMT
Co-written with the caring grandma Bosalind "Boosya" Sugartooth
Nakia entered the large stone and wood furnished room referred to by many as, the Great Hall.
It was the morning past since their return back from that seaside village of the Feylands, Seasons End.
There, amongst their investigations of the sad events that led to the early passing of the young girl, he had reacted with shock and instinctive anger at the actions the elder member of their group as she had called upon the last residing..thoughts? Feelings? Of the passed girl.
He had spoken aloud his harsh scornful thoughts, before truly considering their meaning, as he then had with the elder tabaxi named Lucky late that past night.
Now he wished to make amends, and cast around the room for the hopeful sight of the humbly attired long eared grandmother.
Boosya sat on the other side of the hall, sipping tea from a strange metal flask. Her chair had its back to the wall and she sat on it in a relaxed pose. Whenever someone walked past her, she tutted and shook her head judgementally, although her face retained a relaxed expression of benevolence.
If the passing person was fastidious enough to actually stop and inquire what the old harengon found lacking, the universal response was, of course, that the person in question was too skinny, and they immediately ended up with a mouthful of carrot cake. And you don’t argue with carrot cake in your mouth. In more ways than one.
In the end, the person had little choice but to move along and let the old harengon enjoy being old and judgemental - one of the few joys of that particular stage of life.
Nakia slowly made his way over the harengon, his movements slow and cautious, like walking over the surface of a frozen lake. Captivated and admiring at this feat of nature, but also respectful and..fearful..Of the vast depths -and darkness- that could lay beneath."M-May I speak with you elder?" He says a few moments after he reaches her, his eyes glancing up towards Boosya's face, before then dipping way respectfully.
Boosya turned, taking a couple of seconds to realise a person she was looking at was much taller than she was, and leaning back to look at Nakia's face. Her face lit up with recognition, and settled into a delighted smile. "Why, of course, dear! Tea?" She asked, fishing a cup out of her bottomless basket.
Nakia is surprised by the warmth of her greeting, his mouth gaping a little before he composes himself and gives a nod with a thankful, “Mow.”, as he takes a seat next to her.
Boosya poured strong sweet tea into the cup and handed it over to Nakia on a small chipped plate, along with a small piece of carrot cake.
"You seem a bit out of sorts, dear. Is everything alright?" She asked with a mix of concern and just general need-to-know attitude characteristic to heads of large families.
Nakia stared as the Harengon woman pulled out the full pot of tea already steaming and two cups and slabs of cake. He takes the cup with both hands, appreciating the comforting warmth on his pads to steady his nerves. "You seem to have a lot of tricks elder one." He comments with a shy glance up from staring at his tea.
Boosya chuckled and waved him off. "Ah, well. Don't get tea when you want it around 17 times, and you too will pack a flask for the road," she said with a wink. "You know, age is not just about getting slower and fatter. Sometimes it's about knowing when to pour tea, or to sit down for a chat."
Nakia listens to her words before staring down, and eventually starts talking to his tea. "Elder. I need to make an apology to you. I insulted you the other day. I was..wrong.”
The harengon gives Nakia an intense look over the rims of her glasses. It goes on for a while, making the younger adventurer distinctly uncomfortable. Eventually, Boosya smiles. "I knew you have a good heart. It's alright, dear. You're just a young kitten striking it out in the world. There are many weird things around it. But next time, maybe don't be too quick to judge people, huh?" She winks with just a bit of smugness.
Nakia's ears dip ashamedly and he gives a small nod as he stares down at his tea once more…
"There is..Much of this world that is new to me. It is…” There is a long pause as the fire crackles in heath in the silence between them, one that feels lasts an age. Before finally the cat ends, very quietly, almost inaudibly, “...Scary."
Boosya's face scrunches in an empathetic smile, and she pats Nakia's arm comfortingly. "Oh, you poor dear! What is it you're afraid of? Such a capable young boy, sure you can defend yourself!”
Nakia stares at the stares over at the dear harengon's face, eyes wide, expression pained. "Of being...lost.." He admits, the hall strangely quiet with the crackles of the fire, the hall empty of but just them and a single tabard polishing a tankard with a cloth.
A plump fluffy paw covers Nakia's hand. "Do you want to talk about it, dear?" Boosya asks, looking into the tabaxi's eyes. There's no force behind her words, so unlike the wilful matriarch that she is, only the kind of openness that comes from having heard all types of stories across the years and not being shocked by them any more.
Deep from within tabaxi's eyes is a look returned of pain and loss. Years of just..thinking…Of too much time..not speaking.
He then blinks, and the look is gone, hidden away amongst the speckled desert sands of their golden surface.
"Not now, Mow..." He speaks as he rises, his paw gently sliding out from under Boosyas's as he begins to leave, taking a few steps away from the Harengon's table before turning back to add, "But..thank you for your kindness, Elder Booysa. Mow." He gives a small smile, and nod, before he turns again and continues out of the hall.
At the table, left in the clutch of the gentle paw of Booysa, is a yellow and white clay beaded bracelet.
Boosya looks after Nakia and shakes her head, but there is no judgement in her looks. Only sorrow.
---
In a couple of days Nakia receives a small red velvet cake with a lava of half-and-half inside. There is a note next to it in the box. “People don’t always have the stomach for conversations, but when you are a thoughtful young man with friends around you, one day even the difficult conversations will be a piece of cake, dear.”
Nakia entered the large stone and wood furnished room referred to by many as, the Great Hall.
It was the morning past since their return back from that seaside village of the Feylands, Seasons End.
There, amongst their investigations of the sad events that led to the early passing of the young girl, he had reacted with shock and instinctive anger at the actions the elder member of their group as she had called upon the last residing..thoughts? Feelings? Of the passed girl.
He had spoken aloud his harsh scornful thoughts, before truly considering their meaning, as he then had with the elder tabaxi named Lucky late that past night.
Now he wished to make amends, and cast around the room for the hopeful sight of the humbly attired long eared grandmother.
Boosya sat on the other side of the hall, sipping tea from a strange metal flask. Her chair had its back to the wall and she sat on it in a relaxed pose. Whenever someone walked past her, she tutted and shook her head judgementally, although her face retained a relaxed expression of benevolence.
If the passing person was fastidious enough to actually stop and inquire what the old harengon found lacking, the universal response was, of course, that the person in question was too skinny, and they immediately ended up with a mouthful of carrot cake. And you don’t argue with carrot cake in your mouth. In more ways than one.
In the end, the person had little choice but to move along and let the old harengon enjoy being old and judgemental - one of the few joys of that particular stage of life.
Nakia slowly made his way over the harengon, his movements slow and cautious, like walking over the surface of a frozen lake. Captivated and admiring at this feat of nature, but also respectful and..fearful..Of the vast depths -and darkness- that could lay beneath."M-May I speak with you elder?" He says a few moments after he reaches her, his eyes glancing up towards Boosya's face, before then dipping way respectfully.
Boosya turned, taking a couple of seconds to realise a person she was looking at was much taller than she was, and leaning back to look at Nakia's face. Her face lit up with recognition, and settled into a delighted smile. "Why, of course, dear! Tea?" She asked, fishing a cup out of her bottomless basket.
Nakia is surprised by the warmth of her greeting, his mouth gaping a little before he composes himself and gives a nod with a thankful, “Mow.”, as he takes a seat next to her.
Boosya poured strong sweet tea into the cup and handed it over to Nakia on a small chipped plate, along with a small piece of carrot cake.
"You seem a bit out of sorts, dear. Is everything alright?" She asked with a mix of concern and just general need-to-know attitude characteristic to heads of large families.
Nakia stared as the Harengon woman pulled out the full pot of tea already steaming and two cups and slabs of cake. He takes the cup with both hands, appreciating the comforting warmth on his pads to steady his nerves. "You seem to have a lot of tricks elder one." He comments with a shy glance up from staring at his tea.
Boosya chuckled and waved him off. "Ah, well. Don't get tea when you want it around 17 times, and you too will pack a flask for the road," she said with a wink. "You know, age is not just about getting slower and fatter. Sometimes it's about knowing when to pour tea, or to sit down for a chat."
Nakia listens to her words before staring down, and eventually starts talking to his tea. "Elder. I need to make an apology to you. I insulted you the other day. I was..wrong.”
The harengon gives Nakia an intense look over the rims of her glasses. It goes on for a while, making the younger adventurer distinctly uncomfortable. Eventually, Boosya smiles. "I knew you have a good heart. It's alright, dear. You're just a young kitten striking it out in the world. There are many weird things around it. But next time, maybe don't be too quick to judge people, huh?" She winks with just a bit of smugness.
Nakia's ears dip ashamedly and he gives a small nod as he stares down at his tea once more…
"There is..Much of this world that is new to me. It is…” There is a long pause as the fire crackles in heath in the silence between them, one that feels lasts an age. Before finally the cat ends, very quietly, almost inaudibly, “...Scary."
Boosya's face scrunches in an empathetic smile, and she pats Nakia's arm comfortingly. "Oh, you poor dear! What is it you're afraid of? Such a capable young boy, sure you can defend yourself!”
Nakia stares at the stares over at the dear harengon's face, eyes wide, expression pained. "Of being...lost.." He admits, the hall strangely quiet with the crackles of the fire, the hall empty of but just them and a single tabard polishing a tankard with a cloth.
A plump fluffy paw covers Nakia's hand. "Do you want to talk about it, dear?" Boosya asks, looking into the tabaxi's eyes. There's no force behind her words, so unlike the wilful matriarch that she is, only the kind of openness that comes from having heard all types of stories across the years and not being shocked by them any more.
Deep from within tabaxi's eyes is a look returned of pain and loss. Years of just..thinking…Of too much time..not speaking.
He then blinks, and the look is gone, hidden away amongst the speckled desert sands of their golden surface.
"Not now, Mow..." He speaks as he rises, his paw gently sliding out from under Boosyas's as he begins to leave, taking a few steps away from the Harengon's table before turning back to add, "But..thank you for your kindness, Elder Booysa. Mow." He gives a small smile, and nod, before he turns again and continues out of the hall.
At the table, left in the clutch of the gentle paw of Booysa, is a yellow and white clay beaded bracelet.
Boosya looks after Nakia and shakes her head, but there is no judgement in her looks. Only sorrow.
---
In a couple of days Nakia receives a small red velvet cake with a lava of half-and-half inside. There is a note next to it in the box. “People don’t always have the stomach for conversations, but when you are a thoughtful young man with friends around you, one day even the difficult conversations will be a piece of cake, dear.”