The Sock Thief
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Chelle, Mirren
Date Posted: 3rd November 2015
Characters: Parale, Bortem
Description: Parale gets knocked by an errant canine.
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 2, day 12 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Ioven
Carrying a rather large basket of fabrics she had recently dyed so she could lay them out to dry, Parale was having to stop every so often. It was just so heavy and the Hold was so high on the hill that it was harder making her way down through the levels. Plus the dye made them smell quite strongly and that was causing people she passed to give her looks. **Faranth let me make it.** She should have done it in smaller loads but she had been trying to take it all at once to dry it all at once so no one had an opportunity to filch the cloth while she was going back for the rest.
A small brown and white canine came barreling around a bend, a sock held tightly in his muzzle. He headed toward the woman's feet, only swerving around her at the last moment.
"Boof!" A young man came running after the canine. "Damn you, get back here!"
Unfortunately, Parale hadn't been perfectly balanced to begin with. Then she felt something brush against her. There was yelling but she was already sliding, the basket in her hands flying in the air. She gasped, unable to stop herself from falling.
Bortem swore and threw himself forward, trying to grab her arm before she fell and hurt herself. Knowing his luck, she'd break her neck when she landed.
Parale felt the hand on her arm and then she was twisted around. She cried out and didn't understand what was happening until she found herself pulled sideways and then saw a man. Getting her balance and her bearings, she saw the contents of her basket all over the floor and sighed.
"Uh shells," Bortem swore. "Sorry about that. My idiot canine… he's just a pup." Maybe he should feed the thing to the next dragon. "Want some help?"
"That would be very appreciated, thank you." Bending down, she righted the basket and then began to place the dyed cloth back into it carefully. "You might want to do it with gloves though. I haven't dried them yet. They could stain."
Bortem had already grabbed a piece of cloth and now stood with it in his hand. "Oh." He put it down in the basket and looked down at his stained palm.
"It'll wash out eventually. Use some strong astringent and a hard sponge." Parale's own hands were a slightly off color though from her turns of working with the stuff. She didn't mind it much at this point however. Ioven didn't mind either. She carefully worked to get her things in order, trying to remember how long it would take to get down to the drying wall.
"Yeah, I'm a tanner, I've seen worse." But he stood back then, not wanting to make his hands worse. "Um you haven't seen a stash of socks? My canine steals them and hides them. I don't know where…"
"No, not really. Then again there are a lot of places to hide things like that in this Hold. Some of the closets are prime candidates. Most of the canines go near the places that smell of food, though." Parale had never had one herself but they had them at Garnet Valley to turn the spits and hunt.
Bortem sighed. "I'll keep looking then. He's probably buried them in the midden." In which case, he'd never see them again.
"Sorry....Then again it's relatively easy to sew a pair of socks. So at least it isn't worse." Parale had to sew Ioven's socks. Of course she mended his current pairs until it was time to throw them out. Perhaps this man didn't have a wife to do those sort of domestic chores. Poor dear.
Bortem frowned. "I can sew, but my socks are knitted. I prefer them that way. But - I can't knit."
"Ah...there are a lot of women who will do it for hire. Widows who need extra income." She wasn't one of those, thank Faranth. Parale had always found other ways to supplement her income.
"Yeah." Bortem had more pride than to tell her that he had no marks. "I'm sure I'll - work something out."
"Well good luck then. And thanks for helping me to set it to rights. Hope you find your canine." She offered him a small wave before grabbing the basket and heading off in the other direction. Never mind that he had caused her to drop everything in the first place.
Last updated on the November 15th 2015