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Day 6 - Clothing (I wrote this as a little side-bit to chapter 2 of my novel Blood and Thorns, I hope you enjoy the fluff and, if you did, check out the main story! Thanks @writeblrfantasy for all these lovely prompts! )

Razi had gone out exploring with Frigga yesterday and had vaguely noted the woman had gotten her pretty white dress completely dirty while she’d knelt in the grass. What did Doris expect? The witch had said she was going outside for a walk! Doris put Frigga in that ridiculous frock and thought it would come back in the same condition? Doris wasn’t bright, but Razi hadn’t thought she was that clueless. But when Razi met Frigga on the back porch for another walk, the witch was dressed up, yet again, in something a bit too precious for getting down in the dirt.

Weren’t these dresses worth the equivalent to a commoner’s weekly pay? What the fuck, Doris?

Frigga’s dress was gorgeous, a soft blue, gathered at her waist, with a lacy Peter Pan collar and white lace around the hem. It complimented her fiery hair and pale, freckled skin. Perfect for studying in, great for making sure the noble didn’t get too warm in the late spring sun, not great for nature studies. Razi thought Frigga would be more cognizant of her fine attire, though the grounds woman supposed it wasn’t Frigga’s fault her aunt had filled her wardrobe with exclusively fine attire.

When Frigga mentioned wanting to see the pond they’d walked by yesterday, Razi knew exactly what had caught the girl’s eye and she knew this was going to be messy, but she led her boss’s niece over to it anyway.

Frigga walked to the edge of the pond and Razi followed her gaze. Yup, lily pads. “You wan’ me to fetch one for ya?” Razi asked.

The shorter woman shook her head. “No, I think I can just…” She squatted down, placed her sketchbook and pencils down on the ground, and Razi winced, preparing for the inevitable.

“Doris’s gon’ kill me, if I let you, Miss Frigga.” Despite that, she watched as the noble take off her shoes, then her stockings, then offered her a steady hand down into the pond. Gods her hands were soft.

She let out a little squeak. “Oh, it’s cold,” she giggled as she waded over, her nose scrunching cutely, pulling her skirt hems up, forgetting about the back. It was already a lost cause.

Razi sighed, a fond smile creeping onto her full lips. “Can’t you jus’ magic it over?”

She reached the lily pads but suddenly had a look of puzzlement. She looked from the plants to the water’s edge. “Yes, but this is more fun.” She paused, considering her next move, and Razi thought she was just going to give up, but then Frigga took her skirts in one hand, reached up to her hair ribbon with the other, and loosed it from its braid, sending her mass of red curls cascading over her shoulders. She used the ribbon to tie her skirt up above her knees, though its lacy hem was already muddy and damp. She paid it no mind, her hands already dirtied, and continued on her lily pad quest, harvesting the perfect one after some inspection.

She waded back over, the water plant cradled gently, and Razi lent her hand to help Frigga back out of the pond. “Well done, miss,” she gently prodded, slight teasing in her tone. “Gettin’ back out with only most of your skirts ruined.”

She laughed as she was helped up and loosed her skirt from its tie when she was back on solid ground. “I told Doris what my plans were, I don’t think she believed me.” She looked at the dress and took stock of the mess, a small frown on her lips. “I hope it’s not too difficult to clean, though, I’d hate to make too much extra work for her.”

Razi shrugged. “Better to give tha’ woman somethin’ to do, honest. Looks like she’s got the easy job, waitin’ on you. I wouldn’t worry ‘bout it. Need help?” She motioned at the woman’s shoes.

Frigga shook her head. “Not right now, I love the grass under my feet.” She dropped down to the grass beside her sketchbook, gently put the lily pad down in front of her, and wiped her hands off on the grass.

The pair sat next to the pond for the rest of the afternoon as Frigga made observations in her sketchbook, but Razi decided she’d have to talk to Doris about this. Clearly Frigga was just going to ruin these dresses if Doris insisted on dressing her up like a doll. Frigga shouldn’t have to feel guilty about trying to enjoy herself. The woman’s happiness was already on such a tight leash, she shouldn’t need to worry about her attendant’s workloads too.

Razi sat beside the witch and took out the whittling project she’d started the day before from one of her many pant pockets. It was still a bit chunky so she worked on refining its form, and she vaguely looked over her own clothes. Simple, durable, and work appropriate. The ring of keys for the house was secured to a belt loop and her work boots were on the verge of needing replaced, but she would hold out as long as possible on that. They were so comfy, but that’s always the way.

Razi wondered if Frigga had a single pocket in that ridiculous frock of hers, making a mental note to start packing a basket for their outings. Seemed like this was going to be a regular thing. That way Frigga would have somewhere to put any souvenirs she might find, she’d brought back some dandelions yesterday, after all.

Hmm, dandelions. Frigga had mentioned they could be good in salads. Maybe Razi could try incorporating them in bread? She thought she’d seen the local baker do something like that. Frigga would probably like it, not that Razi cared. She didn’t. She was just having fun, that’s it, just fun in the sun with a pretty girl and Razi would move on sooner or later like always.

I sware I'm going to catch up. I'm on the fourth prompt of @writeblrfantasy's 12 Days of Writer's Self-Love. This time, we are fast-forwarding back to when Captain Fisher was a sailor. I have also now decided to introduce my favorite character of mine ever. The prompt this time is Blood.

She walked up to the front desk in the inn with a large sack draped over her shoulder. The tired inn manager looked at her with a grumpy expression. The manager was a grumpy kenku with baggy eyes and black feathers that slowly turned grey. Queen put the bag down and grabbed a handful of gold coins.

“Could I rent a room for two nights?” They sighed as if their entire day was another monotonous waste of their time. She placed the gold on the desk and pushed it toward them. The manager passively took the money and put it in a desk drawer. While they were looking through their list of available rooms, Queen looked about the lobby. A few huddled groups were chatting happily about their pleasant mornings. Most of them were elves or kenku. The manager grabbed a set of keys from the wall behind them and dropped it on the desk. “Down the hallway to the left, last door.”

“Thank you,” she smiled.  They scoffed at her and waved her off.

“Yeah, whatever,” they responded unhappily, fluffing up their feathers as they rested their head on their crossed arms. Queen sighed in disappointment and stepped away from the front desk. If it weren’t for the nasty storms out at sea, she would have been already out sailing. Suddenly, the door slammed open, and as Queen turned around to look, she saw a severely wounded human bleeding in the arms of a young Kenku.

“This human needs help!” they pleaded. The human wore strange, camouflaged clothing and was covered with multiple incisions and bruises from head to toe, bleeding immensely. Energy and shock flooded the manager’s face. Everyone’s attention had turned to the human.

“We need to get them to a chair!” the manager shouted as they stood up from behind the desk. Two elves set up one of the reclining chairs in the lobby. They quickly placed the human down. A necklace with a silver piece of metal hung from their neck. When Queen took a closer look, in the metal were engraved words. It took her a moment before realizing it was a tag.

Aspen I. Fawn, 2018 U.S. Citizen

  United States, National 

    Guard Ensign, 2018

“You!” the manager scolded Queen. She jumped unexpectedly and looked at them. “Can you fly to the medic?”

“I can’t fly,” Queen responded.

“You’re aarakocran, and you can’t fly?!” they gestured violently.

“Half aarakocran,” she corrected. 

“Can any of you use a healing spell?!” an albino kenku blurted out.

“We need bandages!” the young kenku stated. Queen quickly went to her bag and grabbed about five bandage rolls before coming back over. A tall elf had already started healing a large cut on the human’s right forearm as the others snatched some of Queen’s bandages.

“Do any of you have a horse?!” the manager called out.

“What do you need?” the albino kenku responded.

“I need you to ride your horse to the medic,” they ordered. “RUN!!”

“Okay! Okay,” they stumbled as they turned to the door. The human started gasping for air, coughing out blood.

“They’re waking up!”

“SHUSH!!” They slowly opened up their eyes, revealing their mystical golden brown eyes. They all were awkwardly glaring her down. The poor human stiffened up, her eyes darting around between faces. “Are you alright?”

“Uh,” she shrunk. “Where am I?”

“You’re in the inn,” Queen responded.

“I want names,” the manager cracked their knuckles.

“Woah, settle down!” an elf interrupted. The human was starting to look concerned. “We don’t need to be starting fights yet. Can you tell us what happened?”

“Well,” she paused for a moment. “I’m not sure how to explain it.”

“Don’t worry,” the young kenku spoke calmly. “We sent someone to get the medic.”

“Who are you people?” she asked.

“Most of us are locals, but some are traders from other kingdoms,” the manager sighed.

“Kingdom?? What kingdom is this?” she sat up, wincing in pain.

“Woah, lay back,” Queen insisted. “You’re still bleeding.”

“Ugh,” she groaned, leaning back, “fine.”

“You’re in the Aaraborne kingdom on Tora island. Did you not know that when you came here?” the manager tilted their head.

“It’s a long story, and I’d prefer not to talk about it,” they answered nervously.

“What kingdom did you even come from?” the young kenku asked, tilting his head to the side. “You have some pretty strange clothes, from what I see.”

“GUYS, YOU’LL NOT BELIEVE THIS!!!” a human burst into the room. “A DRAGONBORNE WITH DUAL SWORDS IS COMING THIS WAY!!!”

Happy Valentines! You know what? I’m gonna make up something for Soulwood off the cuff because I feel like of all my worlds, that’s the one most likely to have a different sort of gesture (aside from maybe species-specific ways in TDWAD-world? but that wip is on hold for reconstructing, so. That’s a no go right now). Also, because this is off the cuff, it’s obviously not set in stone.

People dislike/fear Havens, which are places in nature made of and harboring magic. So giving someone flowers is seen as a threat. Wood carvings would… depend on the specific area, perhaps. In towns not close to Havens, they’d be more popular, little trinkets crudely carved tucked in pockets and set on windowsills, typically as a “would you let me court you?” (more intricate = sign of more devotion). In areas closer to Havens, though… it’s either be a sign of bravery, indicating intentions to marry or it’d be similar to flowers, a sign of disrespect.

[Send me a fave line from your WIP and I’ll reply with one from mine!]

I’M CACKLING I LOVE THIS!! I LOVE SUAVE ANTAGONISTS(? or at least suave opponents). adlgksjdglskdg this made me giggle viciously I love. PLEASE TELL ME MORE ABOUT THIS SUAVE CHARACTER

There’s description here too, but for the sake of brevity, here’s some dialogue that this reminds me of:

“Kill you? Oh no, no, you’re far too valuable for that. Besides! Your father was an old friend of mine.”

“He… he was?”

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