you fill up my senses like a night in a forest

[bonecraft]

WHO: Roesia & you
WHAT: Being a weirdo.
WHEN: After the execution, after the Shepherds leave.
WHERE: Various.
NOTES: Blood.

the town square.
She comes into the village when it is late - the safest time. While the guards are on alert, the townspeople are, for the most part, asleep. The shadows are long, and Roesia knows how to ask the earth to keep her steps quiet. It's the world around her that made her aware of the danger - first the Shepherds and their hunt, and then the death of their quarry. It is that death that brings her into the town square.

In the village, she covers herself; long, dark sleeves and skirts, the hood of her thin cloak pulled down low. She carries a few leather pouches, strapped to her belt, and a hunting knife is tucked between the cloak. Slipping between the shadows, avoiding the scrutiny of the guards by yawning when one gets too close - just a young maiden, returning home, time to sleep...

When she reaches the site of the execution, she looks for the blood-stained earth. The body is gone, and she can do nothing for it - but his death does not have to be in vain.

the forest.
Maybe you've wandered deeper than you meant to. Maybe Roesia has wandered closer to the village than usual. Either way, there is a young woman with black hair and strange eyes gathering plants and mushrooms, placing her choices in a woven basket. If you smile at her, she will smile back. She is polite; Mother taught her well.

Comments

life :|

[bonecraft]

"Roesia."

Just one word - a simple enough name. If she has any others, she makes no move to include them. All she does is smile happily at the other woman, clearly pleased to make her acquaintance.

"And you?"

LET'S JUST BOYCOTT LIFE

[ferruginous]

"Fíadh."

Just as simple. It seems the women are evenly matched for brevity. And now that she's gotten all the information she needs she makes off for good, mulling the encounter over in her head. Roesia was ... well, odd, and Fíadh is unsure if she'd go out of her way to find the woman again ... but she can't find herself loathing another encounter. It would certainly be interesting.