28.Nov.13, 09:57 PM
Today was the same as every other day and every other day before that. She was in her fathers fields, knees solidly planted in the dirt and fists wrapped around clumps of weeds. Mud caked around her hands and arms and dirt smudged through her already dingy looking dress. But so far, it was turning out to be a fairly pleasant morning all things considering. Her father was still asleep for one, something she was especially grateful of. The drink made him quite rancid in the mornings and it was a pleasant change to have a few moments of silence while she did her morning chores. She hated mornings, but any morning like this was one to be treasured. By now, the first rays of sunshine had begun to peak over the horizon, and she had much more work to do before the rest of the family began to wake.
"Good morning!", her voice echoed cheerfully through the house. She had already placed a log upon the hearth and set the morning pot of Klah to boil well before venturing outside. And though her call came unanswered she already knew that her brother would be joining her momentarily. Dipping a mug into the cauldron, the rich aroma of the brew drifted up to greet her. Oh what what would she ever do without her daily dose of Klah, it was practically the only thing that got her up in the mornings. She didn't use to admire the taste, but once she began to help in the fields it quickly grew on her. After a long drought of the steaming liquid she was ready to tackle her work once more, now with much needed boost to her vigor.
A cloud of dust floated past her as she once again settled into her former position. She was hungry of course, but no one got to eat until the morning chores were done and father came to inspect them. She could already hear the tell tale banging of metal, signifying her brother had once again caused an avalanche in the tool shed. Oh father would be furious. But as much as she wanted to help him, she had her own chores to finish. And the twinge in her belly quickly erased any remnants of thought pertaining to the idea. Wiping the sweat from her brow she squinted off into the distance, wounding just exactly what they would be eating today. She of course would be cooking whatever father wanted her too. But as his whims changed almost daily, it was near impossible to predict anything about him at all.
When her hunger became too much to bare and her father continued to show no sign of waking, Kalesti had no choice but to revert to plan B. Dusting the dirt from her palms, she deftly patted the outside of her pockets, delighting at the faint weight of the marks she had so carefully slipped into her pockets this morning. It wasn't much, but it could at least buy her a meat roll or two. The thought of spending even a fraction of what little money she had sent a pang through her chest, but she was hungry and would not be kept waiting. Her brother unfortunately, would have to find his own breakfast. Kalesti hurried off towards the direction of the main hold at a brisk pace, not really realizing or caring how distasteful she looked from her morning excursions. Perhaps it would at the very least keep stray hands at bay.
"Good morning!", her voice echoed cheerfully through the house. She had already placed a log upon the hearth and set the morning pot of Klah to boil well before venturing outside. And though her call came unanswered she already knew that her brother would be joining her momentarily. Dipping a mug into the cauldron, the rich aroma of the brew drifted up to greet her. Oh what what would she ever do without her daily dose of Klah, it was practically the only thing that got her up in the mornings. She didn't use to admire the taste, but once she began to help in the fields it quickly grew on her. After a long drought of the steaming liquid she was ready to tackle her work once more, now with much needed boost to her vigor.
A cloud of dust floated past her as she once again settled into her former position. She was hungry of course, but no one got to eat until the morning chores were done and father came to inspect them. She could already hear the tell tale banging of metal, signifying her brother had once again caused an avalanche in the tool shed. Oh father would be furious. But as much as she wanted to help him, she had her own chores to finish. And the twinge in her belly quickly erased any remnants of thought pertaining to the idea. Wiping the sweat from her brow she squinted off into the distance, wounding just exactly what they would be eating today. She of course would be cooking whatever father wanted her too. But as his whims changed almost daily, it was near impossible to predict anything about him at all.
When her hunger became too much to bare and her father continued to show no sign of waking, Kalesti had no choice but to revert to plan B. Dusting the dirt from her palms, she deftly patted the outside of her pockets, delighting at the faint weight of the marks she had so carefully slipped into her pockets this morning. It wasn't much, but it could at least buy her a meat roll or two. The thought of spending even a fraction of what little money she had sent a pang through her chest, but she was hungry and would not be kept waiting. Her brother unfortunately, would have to find his own breakfast. Kalesti hurried off towards the direction of the main hold at a brisk pace, not really realizing or caring how distasteful she looked from her morning excursions. Perhaps it would at the very least keep stray hands at bay.