Home Sweet Home
Characters:Fea, various others
Rating:PG
Fea woke to the sound of her mother, Lila's tap on the door. "Time for supper dear, get dressed and hurry down. Cadros will have eaten it all if you don't hurry!" Her mother's smile translated through her voice causing a nearly identical one on her daughter's face.
"I'll be right down mama!" The sleep blured voice called back through the door from bed. The huntress appeared downstairs in her faded-to-charcoal hoodie sweatshirt and holey jeans only moments later. Kissing her mama on the cheek she grinned and sat down to her steaming bowl of stew and hard roll.
"Did anyone stop by while I was asleep?" she questioned because she knew that no matter what her mother wouldn't wake her after a job.
"No dear, were you expecting someone?" came the slightly surpised response, one delicate eyebrow rose on her mother's forehead.
"Not really, the transport I worked on this morning has arrived and we might have a guest for a few days." She smiled at her mother.
"A male guest?" Lila only half teased, half hoped.
"Yes mama, a male guest. But nothing more than a man without a place to stay." Her daughter chided with a smile. It was a conversation they had every time Fea brought word of potential guests and incoming caravans. They were known to take in strays from time to time. People that had no real idea where to stay while learning the ropes of SA would often be directed to their house. The military knew and did this, as did the neighbors and friends. Her mother loved entertaining so it was just fine that Fea brought home strangers. Lila knew her daughter could read people like books so she trusted the younger woman's judgement.
The conversed happily for another hour as Fea ate. She related her idea to go get horse hair for the violin's bow and to the tinker's to trade for steel wrapped gut core strings. She'd avoid the military's market as long as she could. Lila was delighted. She loved hearing that old fiddle played and missed it dreadfully.
After finishing, Fea cleared her plate, donned her boots, grabbed the violin in its beat up old case and stepped out the front door. She whistled a little tune to herself as she neared one of the animal keeper's homes. She'd trade with him for the horse hair rather than deal with the military's heavily guarded on duty animal keepers. Most of them knew Fea and liked her well enough but none had traded with her thus far for the re-hairing of the violin bow. After an hour of haggling they traded some of her cooking for some of the horses hairs and he helped her to rehair the bow. She made made a quick stew, gave instructions when he was to eat it and left for the tinker's shop. Hopefully he was there and could help her find the strings she needed. Instead of marching straight in, she tapped on the door and waited patiently for someone, anyone to answer.
Rating:PG
Fea woke to the sound of her mother, Lila's tap on the door. "Time for supper dear, get dressed and hurry down. Cadros will have eaten it all if you don't hurry!" Her mother's smile translated through her voice causing a nearly identical one on her daughter's face.
"I'll be right down mama!" The sleep blured voice called back through the door from bed. The huntress appeared downstairs in her faded-to-charcoal hoodie sweatshirt and holey jeans only moments later. Kissing her mama on the cheek she grinned and sat down to her steaming bowl of stew and hard roll.
"Did anyone stop by while I was asleep?" she questioned because she knew that no matter what her mother wouldn't wake her after a job.
"No dear, were you expecting someone?" came the slightly surpised response, one delicate eyebrow rose on her mother's forehead.
"Not really, the transport I worked on this morning has arrived and we might have a guest for a few days." She smiled at her mother.
"A male guest?" Lila only half teased, half hoped.
"Yes mama, a male guest. But nothing more than a man without a place to stay." Her daughter chided with a smile. It was a conversation they had every time Fea brought word of potential guests and incoming caravans. They were known to take in strays from time to time. People that had no real idea where to stay while learning the ropes of SA would often be directed to their house. The military knew and did this, as did the neighbors and friends. Her mother loved entertaining so it was just fine that Fea brought home strangers. Lila knew her daughter could read people like books so she trusted the younger woman's judgement.
The conversed happily for another hour as Fea ate. She related her idea to go get horse hair for the violin's bow and to the tinker's to trade for steel wrapped gut core strings. She'd avoid the military's market as long as she could. Lila was delighted. She loved hearing that old fiddle played and missed it dreadfully.
After finishing, Fea cleared her plate, donned her boots, grabbed the violin in its beat up old case and stepped out the front door. She whistled a little tune to herself as she neared one of the animal keeper's homes. She'd trade with him for the horse hair rather than deal with the military's heavily guarded on duty animal keepers. Most of them knew Fea and liked her well enough but none had traded with her thus far for the re-hairing of the violin bow. After an hour of haggling they traded some of her cooking for some of the horses hairs and he helped her to rehair the bow. She made made a quick stew, gave instructions when he was to eat it and left for the tinker's shop. Hopefully he was there and could help her find the strings she needed. Instead of marching straight in, she tapped on the door and waited patiently for someone, anyone to answer.