You stand along a wide trail that connects Carmichael proper to the north
with the settlement area to the west. The sun beats down on you from far
overhead and the wind rustles the bushes. A trail runs east into the
Lanisen makes his way down the road back into town alone. He seems quiet and distant.
Loc emerges from the woods on the main trail rather suddenly. He’s covered in the typical dirt from the mine but also has a few stains on his tunic and pants from the forest plants and soil. He’s moving slowly and dragging a large carcass behind him, using cording to help make transport easier. Every so often he pauses, to wipe away the sweat.
Lanisen startles and recoils automatically from the sudden appearance, his hand going to the knife at his belt. On recognizing Loc, he drops his hand. His eyes slide to the carcass.
Loc mutters under his breath an assortment of dwarfen curses and turns to look toward the butcher’s. He sighs and straightens, leaning against a tree to catch his breath. “Almost… there…” Catching the other figure on the road as he rests, he adjusts his burden and gives a nonchalant, “‘lo” as he prepares to move again.
Lanisen gives Loc a wary look, but he nods in return.
Loc continues dragging his kill toward the butcher.
Lanisen doesn’t move until Loc has passed.
Loc looks relieved as he finally reaches the butcher and enters with his prize.
Loc walks into the Butcher Shop.
Lanisen is heading back toward the village, keeping an eye on the butcher shop.
Cassandra paces down the road, thinking.
Lanisen says, as they near each other, “Thanks for the pie.”
Cassandra startles as the voice comes out of the blue. She clutches her heart area, “Lanny, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”
Lanisen retorts mildly, “Pay attention. I ain’t sneakin’.”
Cassandra sniffs, “Maybe I just have more important things to do then pay attention/”
Lanisen gives her an exasperated look.
Cassandra returns the look for look.
Lanisen says, “What’re you doin’ then that’s so important?”
Cassandra says, “Thinking.” She changes the subject, “What are you doing out here?””
Lanisen says, “Went for a walk. You?”
Cassandra replies, “I went looking for you and someone mentioned you went this way.” Her eyes shift briefly to the path that leads to the settlement before looking back to Lanisen.
Lanisen says, “Oh.” He shrugs a little and spreads his hands, mouth quirking into a small grin. “Hi.”
Cassandra raises an eyebrow, “Hi. Did you want to talk to me?”
Lanisen pauses, a little warily. “I dunno?”
Cassandra ohs, “I thought you want to talk to me yesterday.” She waves a hand dismissively, “No matter, I have something to tell you.”
Lanisen says, “Oh. All right.” He glances around. “You wantin’ to go someplace to talk, or?”
Cassandra shrugs, “I guess if you want to.” She looks up at the sky, “It’s a nice day if you just want to sit down a spell.”
Lanisen nods a little and steps off the path, heading toward a tree. He sits down with his back to the trunk, stretching out his bad leg in front of him and drawing up the other. “What’s on your mind?”
Cassandra sits next to him, resting her hurt wrist on her lap. “I was talking to Renand and he was trying to help me come up with job ideas.”
Lanisen pauses. “Was he?”
Cassandra nods, “Yeah, he even said that he could look in Coghill for a job for me if I couldn’t find anything in Anvard. I of course told him that I would stay in Anvard with my brother.” She smiles a bit, “Though it is nice that he would be willing to look.”
Lanisen looks alarmed at the beginning, but settles as she continues. “Yeah,” he says. “Nice.”
Cassandra grins at Lanisen’s alarmed look, “Aww, would you miss me if I moved to Coghill?”
Lanisen looks annoyed. “‘Course I would,” he says brusquely. “What was it you were gonna tell me?”
Cassandra stops grinning, raising her eyebrow, “Fine, anyway, we were discussing things and he mentioned pottery. I have been thinking, maybe Pottery would be a good thing for me?”
Lanisen blinks. “Pottery?” he repeats.
Cassandra nods, “Pottery. You know, the thing you do with the clay and your hands and you make bowls and stuff?”
Lanisen looks exasperated by the obvious explanation. “That’s what you want to do?”
Cassandra tries to cross her arms but that brings forth a wince, “You don’t like the idea?”
Lanisen says, “What? No, that’s not– I mean, it’s up to you, it’s just a little… random? Is all? Why pottery?”
This time, it is Cassandra’s turn to look exasperated, “And what pray tell should I do instead? I can’t sew, my cooking is okay but not actual cook worthy. I’m going to save all of us some trouble and rule out anything where I might have to use a sharp object and I already told you that I don’t want to be a servant.”
Lanisen says, “I ain’t– come on. That’s not what I mean, just have you done it before or somethin’?”
Cassandra says, “Well no, but I haven’t done much before so I could learn.”
Lanisen says, “Oh.” He shrugs a little. “Might be?”
Cassandra just looks at him and then shakes her head, “Well, that is what I wanted to tell ya.”
Lanisen suggests, “You could talk to the potter in town while we’re still here, maybe try it out and see if you like it.”
Cassandra looks at her wrist, “Yeah.”
Lanisen follows her glance and winces. “When your hand’s feelin’ a little better,” he amends.
Cassandra nods a bit, “Yeah.” She says after awhile, “I’m sorry, Lanisen.”
Lanisen looks baffled.
Cassandra rubs her face with her hand, “I feel like I just keep causing you trouble.”
Lanisen says, “Oh.” He looks a little embarrassed and watches a cart trundle down the road. “It’s all right, I don’t mind. Anyway, I caused you more.”
Cassandra also watches the cart roll down the path, “I guess we both have caused each other trouble.” She chuckles a bit dryly, “Maybe it is best that we both leave and start over.”
Lanisen asks, “You think so? Really?”
Cassandra glances at him, “Don’t you?”
Lanisen says, “I dunno. I mean…” He pauses, tilting his head back. “I wouldn’t trade this last… what, month? Six weeks?”
Cassandra tips her head, “Why?”
Lanisen asks, “Why would you?”
Cassandra shrugs, “I guess it hasn’t been bad. I’m glad we have been able to hang out and reconnect.”
Lanisen says, “Yeah. I wouldn’t trade that.”
Cassandra smiles at him, “Yeah, I wouldn’t trade that.”
Lanisen grins back. “Well,” he says. “Now that this conversation has gotten sufficiently sappy, I prob’ly oughta get goin’.”
Cassandra snorts, “Yeah, I best get going too. I’ll walk back with you.”
Lanisen hauls himself to his feet and offers his arm.
Cassandra takes his arm and allows herself to be haul up. “Thanks. Getting up is harder now.”
Lanisen makes a wry face as he pulls her to her feet. Once she’s up, he begins down the road back to town.
Cassandra walks beside him quietly.