An Outing to the Market (December 3010)
Nov 2, 2017 15:00:03 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Nov 2, 2017 15:00:03 GMT -5
"Little girl, we aren't dwarves. We are men, born and raised here in Edoras.We serve as King's guards, though we will both help in the stables occasionally."
They were clearly mistaken. They were indeed dwarves. Adults were so often confused. “I wadn’t born in Edowas,” Paega said. “So I’ve nevew been to Medwusold. But I wove howses! Do you know Tait? She’s the pwettiest howse in the stable, wight, Papa?” She was bouncing now, clutching he dark-wood toy close to her in glee.
“I’m not sure everyone thinks so, Paeg—” Runa started to laugh.
“Paega!”
The girl peered around Eofor and Eothain’s large cloaks and gasped. “Jowdi!” She exclaimed. The girl was already playing, ducking in and around Runa’s legs as she made funny faces that were making Paega shriek with pleasure.
“Like a barrow of banshees,” Cynburga announced turning and giving Runa a pointed look.
The woman smiled, faintly stifling her laugh. “They’ll be done in a moment,” she promised.
“Besides, Cynburga,” Amalric said with a chuckle. “Banshees aren’t nearly as adorable as this.”
“Jodis! I'm sorry, Runa, dear. This heathen child...”
“Perhaps she needs to burn off more energy,” Runa chimed. “Ceol and I can take her with Paega down to the training grounds—”
“And Yomi!” Paega declared.
“I doubt he’ll be doing much sparring,” Runa laughed, shaking her head. Paega did not seem to care.
“Did those shoes for Kitta get finished up, my Lord, she is just old enough to go to the Yule Feast in Meduseld this year and is certainly looking forward to it.”
Amalric grinned, his bearish figure lightening as he turned and ducked once more behind the counter. “I hope she likes these all right,” he said blithely, lifting them. “I know she ordered natural leather, but…” He opened the small wooden box and pulled back the paper for Hailve to see. “You told me what her dress looked like, and I had some extra fabric from a formal order a while back—this gold silk should match her dress like a dream. Hildred assured me.”
"We are here to pick up two orders. One for my husband Eothain, one for me, Eofor, if you have the boots ready, ma'am."
“I don’t work here, son,” Cynburga said, looking at the two men over her hawkish nose. “So I don’t know a lick if your boots are ready.”
“Ah, the turn shoe boots—yes. Those are ready. Dark leather….” Amalric set the dancing shoes on the counter for Hailve to examine, and disappeared into the back. “Ah! Here you are, masters. These should be what you’re looking for.”
Runa caught sight of her husband, bidding her join him, though before she could move away, the door opened once more.
“I thought I saw that Runa,” a feeble, wiry woman announced, her white hair peeking from beneath a dark headscarf.
“Oh, Lady Agathe,” Runa’s smile began to fade, but a force, wry curl still hung to her lips.
“I said if that was Runa, that little boy is here too!” Agathe declared. She was already peering around the shop, spying Hildred in the far rocking chair. “Aw, bless him. He’s making her so happy!” The old woman laughed. “Only a matter of time before another one—“ the woman reached and patted Runa’s stomach without invitation, looking to Ceolmund knowingly. “You should try for a girl next time. All those little dresses….” She waddled off to Hildred, to play with Eormund.
That was enough for Runa to move away from the door and plant herself beside her husband.
They were clearly mistaken. They were indeed dwarves. Adults were so often confused. “I wadn’t born in Edowas,” Paega said. “So I’ve nevew been to Medwusold. But I wove howses! Do you know Tait? She’s the pwettiest howse in the stable, wight, Papa?” She was bouncing now, clutching he dark-wood toy close to her in glee.
“I’m not sure everyone thinks so, Paeg—” Runa started to laugh.
“Paega!”
The girl peered around Eofor and Eothain’s large cloaks and gasped. “Jowdi!” She exclaimed. The girl was already playing, ducking in and around Runa’s legs as she made funny faces that were making Paega shriek with pleasure.
“Like a barrow of banshees,” Cynburga announced turning and giving Runa a pointed look.
The woman smiled, faintly stifling her laugh. “They’ll be done in a moment,” she promised.
“Besides, Cynburga,” Amalric said with a chuckle. “Banshees aren’t nearly as adorable as this.”
“Jodis! I'm sorry, Runa, dear. This heathen child...”
“Perhaps she needs to burn off more energy,” Runa chimed. “Ceol and I can take her with Paega down to the training grounds—”
“And Yomi!” Paega declared.
“I doubt he’ll be doing much sparring,” Runa laughed, shaking her head. Paega did not seem to care.
“Did those shoes for Kitta get finished up, my Lord, she is just old enough to go to the Yule Feast in Meduseld this year and is certainly looking forward to it.”
Amalric grinned, his bearish figure lightening as he turned and ducked once more behind the counter. “I hope she likes these all right,” he said blithely, lifting them. “I know she ordered natural leather, but…” He opened the small wooden box and pulled back the paper for Hailve to see. “You told me what her dress looked like, and I had some extra fabric from a formal order a while back—this gold silk should match her dress like a dream. Hildred assured me.”
"We are here to pick up two orders. One for my husband Eothain, one for me, Eofor, if you have the boots ready, ma'am."
“I don’t work here, son,” Cynburga said, looking at the two men over her hawkish nose. “So I don’t know a lick if your boots are ready.”
“Ah, the turn shoe boots—yes. Those are ready. Dark leather….” Amalric set the dancing shoes on the counter for Hailve to examine, and disappeared into the back. “Ah! Here you are, masters. These should be what you’re looking for.”
Runa caught sight of her husband, bidding her join him, though before she could move away, the door opened once more.
“I thought I saw that Runa,” a feeble, wiry woman announced, her white hair peeking from beneath a dark headscarf.
“Oh, Lady Agathe,” Runa’s smile began to fade, but a force, wry curl still hung to her lips.
“I said if that was Runa, that little boy is here too!” Agathe declared. She was already peering around the shop, spying Hildred in the far rocking chair. “Aw, bless him. He’s making her so happy!” The old woman laughed. “Only a matter of time before another one—“ the woman reached and patted Runa’s stomach without invitation, looking to Ceolmund knowingly. “You should try for a girl next time. All those little dresses….” She waddled off to Hildred, to play with Eormund.
That was enough for Runa to move away from the door and plant herself beside her husband.