Seven

[pendantry]

[Raven is late for work this morning.

She's hard on herself about it all morning long, working on her projects with hardly a word to anyone else, because things like that are unacceptable. Especially when she's in this kind of mood. When it comes around to lunch time she stalks out of the smithy, bag in hand, sore on top of being frustrated with herself.

Usually she sits on the bench outside the building if it's a nice day; this time her feet take her all the way to the plaza, to sit by the fountain and break the bread of her sandwich bun into little pieces for the local birds. She's just not hungry. They are, so why not share? A small cluster of them shares her bench with her until or unless someone walks by to disturb them.

For a while, she sits there and stares at nothing. Lately everyone is whispering about that going-home stuff. And while she misses home...is Luceti really so terrible? It's like a bigger, weirder Sharance sometimes. Thinking about this too much is giving her a headache, though, so she rubs her temples with a low irate sound and gets up to go back to work.

Then lightheadedness kicks in, she overbalances too much to one side, and into the fountain she goes, cut off before she can finish shouting.

Thus, she is wet and disheveled and heavy-eyed by the time she does get back to work. Late. Again. And at last, obviously not feeling well after all.]

[[ooc: I do not mind timeline-breaking this or that in here! There are lots of places to cook up shenanigans or have a chat.]]

Comments

[pendantry]

Having lunch. [Most birds like her, at least the ones here, even though she doesn't talk to them about why.] Do you want the rest?

[savedtheworld]

Huh? No thanks, I already ate! Plus you should finish your own lunch.

[pendantry]

I'm not hungry. It's yours if you want it.

[savedtheworld]

Really? What's in it?

[pendantry]

It's a sandwich. ...Without the bread. [So cheese, tomato, lettuce, probably some deli meat. Non-bird deli meat.]

[savedtheworld]

Oh. I... see. I could eat the parts that aren't meat. Do you... always have sandwiches like this?

[pendantry]

[What?]

I gave the bread to the birds.

[savedtheworld]

So you don't always do that? Sometimes you... you eat the bread, too?

[pendantry]

Like a regular sandwich. I'm just not hungry now.

[savedtheworld]

I see. That makes a lot of sense. [And Raven looks a little less weird.] And you don't wanna save it in case you do get hungry in a while?

[pendantry]

I won't. It's not a big deal.

[The birds return to peck at the remaining crumbs of bread.]

[savedtheworld]

If that's the case, then I guess I'll help it not go to waste. [He meekly points toward the food.] Can I have some lettuce and tomatoes, please?

[pendantry]

Sure. [She hands them over, no fuss. The kid looks kind of intimidated already.]

[savedtheworld]

Thank you, Raven! [He says softly as he takes the assorted items in his hand and starts to nibble at them.] It's good!

[pendantry]

Mmh. [She brushes the last of the crumbs from her hands, managing to stroke the heads of a few birds before they all disperse.]

I should go back to work.

[savedtheworld]

Oh... yeah, I don't wanna hold you up! We can always talk more another time.

[pendantry]

[Who are you, kid, and why do you want to keep talking? To her? Raven does seem kind of amused, if he can see past her general spaciness.]

Okay.

[savedtheworld]

Right! So... Have a good day, Raven!