Fresh Air (February 3010) - [Khamul]
Oct 11, 2017 9:23:48 GMT -5
Post by Runa on Oct 11, 2017 9:23:48 GMT -5
The sun was still on his upward track over the city of Edoras, and despite the clear blue sky overhead, the February morning was cold. Yesterday’s snow clung to the ground, dancing in flurries as the strong gusts blew down from the mountains. The wind blew through the market stretch, piercing cloaks and coats alike. Runa tried to pull her cloak closer, and she glanced down quickly to the little girl toddling beside her, hand firmly but gently cupped around her hand.
Paega seemed to be ecstatic, without a single care about the wind or the cold. Runa smiled faintly. The poor thing had been cooped up in the Healing House for well on two months, and this was the first time she had been allowed to leave.
“I’ve nevew been to Edoras befow,” the young toddler exclaimed, bright blue eyes looking up at Runa with glittering excitement. Her tight spiraled blonde curls were blowing wild in the wind.
“We’ll, now that you’re starting to feel better, I can show you the whole city,” the woman hummed back.
Paega giggled, and tugged on Runa’s hand to spur her forward more quickly.
“Come on, Wuna! The ladies need the hewbs!” The three year old exclaimed in delight.
Runa laughed.
“All right, all right! Slow down, now—this is your first time about in a long while. We shouldn’t over do it.”
Her loving words did not seem to dissuade the child’s energy, though.
The market stretch was relatively empty at this time of year. Most of the vegetable stands were closed, and the winter months always made it harder for the outer reaches of the country to send their wares by road. Still, there was enough to give the bleak, brown and white street life. It seemed glorious to Paega, and seeing it with her made Runa appreciative as well.
“Oooh! Wuna, look!” Paega said, immediately veering to the side of the street where a toymaker was setting up a new doll on his table. He smiled to Paega and the girl smiled back.
“That is quite a pretty doll,” Runa agreed. Perhaps she could come back for it when Paega was not with her. Eorl’s name, the girl needed something good to happen for her; she had already been through so much.
“’Scuse me, sew,” Paega asked, letting go of Runa’s hand and tiptoeing to see over the counter, little fingers clasping to the edge. “What’s the dolly’s name?”
The toymaker laughed, his bushy beard wild, and grey hair slinking from its ties. “Well, that would be for her mama to decide,” he said with a wink. Paega giggled.
He looked to Runa who smiled appreciatively.
“Come, Paega, we need to get those herbs back up to the House so that we can make those people feel better. Good day, sir.”
“And to both of you fine young ladies as well!” The toymaker laughed.
Paega did not even seem sad as she and Runa moved back into the street, heading for the apothecary at the end of the stretch, but Runa made a note to come back that evening before the market closed and pick the little toy up for the girl. She would be so excited to give it a name.
Paega seemed to be ecstatic, without a single care about the wind or the cold. Runa smiled faintly. The poor thing had been cooped up in the Healing House for well on two months, and this was the first time she had been allowed to leave.
“I’ve nevew been to Edoras befow,” the young toddler exclaimed, bright blue eyes looking up at Runa with glittering excitement. Her tight spiraled blonde curls were blowing wild in the wind.
“We’ll, now that you’re starting to feel better, I can show you the whole city,” the woman hummed back.
Paega giggled, and tugged on Runa’s hand to spur her forward more quickly.
“Come on, Wuna! The ladies need the hewbs!” The three year old exclaimed in delight.
Runa laughed.
“All right, all right! Slow down, now—this is your first time about in a long while. We shouldn’t over do it.”
Her loving words did not seem to dissuade the child’s energy, though.
The market stretch was relatively empty at this time of year. Most of the vegetable stands were closed, and the winter months always made it harder for the outer reaches of the country to send their wares by road. Still, there was enough to give the bleak, brown and white street life. It seemed glorious to Paega, and seeing it with her made Runa appreciative as well.
“Oooh! Wuna, look!” Paega said, immediately veering to the side of the street where a toymaker was setting up a new doll on his table. He smiled to Paega and the girl smiled back.
“That is quite a pretty doll,” Runa agreed. Perhaps she could come back for it when Paega was not with her. Eorl’s name, the girl needed something good to happen for her; she had already been through so much.
“’Scuse me, sew,” Paega asked, letting go of Runa’s hand and tiptoeing to see over the counter, little fingers clasping to the edge. “What’s the dolly’s name?”
The toymaker laughed, his bushy beard wild, and grey hair slinking from its ties. “Well, that would be for her mama to decide,” he said with a wink. Paega giggled.
He looked to Runa who smiled appreciatively.
“Come, Paega, we need to get those herbs back up to the House so that we can make those people feel better. Good day, sir.”
“And to both of you fine young ladies as well!” The toymaker laughed.
Paega did not even seem sad as she and Runa moved back into the street, heading for the apothecary at the end of the stretch, but Runa made a note to come back that evening before the market closed and pick the little toy up for the girl. She would be so excited to give it a name.