25th Cylus 720
There was something about Rharnians, Vega had decided, that was just plain weird. She knew that they were given to extremes of mood, and she'd seen that before. Once, she'd had several burly men try to beat the living daylights out of her because she had red hair, they'd been angry and passionate and they were terrified. Other times, she'd been a hero. It was all very silly as far as Vega was concerned, but there it was.
And now - she and a few others had gone back to Mistral Village to bring back more supplies and again, all she found here were people in the depths of misery. It was, in some ways, disheartening, but in truth mostly what Vega felt was irritated. "The thing is, Isobella," she said to the Rharnian Thunder Priestess who had become her friend, "it right flibberties my gibbet, it does. I mean, me an' Mathias, an' Yrmellyn, we was here an' this lot didn't wanna come with us, didn't wanna help. Righ' bunch o' miseries they were." She grinned at Isobella and shrugged slightly. But the Thunder Priestess considered her words and spoke. "I think they're afraid, Vega, don't you?"
Vega sighed slightly and nodded."Of course they are, I know that. But do they think I'm not, or any o' us are not? We are. It's jus' what you do with it. That's all." Isobella smiled and said nothing, causing Vega to huff slightly. "I know," she admitted, finally. "I mean - I do know." She gestured towards the Inn where they were all congregating - and she gave a sudden grin. "An' since I do know, I should do somethin' about it, even includin' the misery-mogs what were travellin' with us right?" Isobella did not reply, but she gave a slight smile and Vega knew that her companion approved. She frowned, already irritated because she hated the idea of anyone approving - or disapproving - of her. Like they had a right to.
"Alrigh' stop it now," she said and then gave a good-natured smile. "I take yer point, the one you've not made. I'll see what I can do. Schnizzle my snoot an' pickle my pinkie, but this whole thing's jus' a lot of work." Vega had grumbling down to a fine art, in fairness. "It's jus' a whole lot easier when I spend my time not likin' people an' so not botherin' innit? Jus', you know, sayin'," she said and then motioned to the Inn. In there were people and they were grouchy. It wasn't just the folks of Mistral village either, it was the volunteers who had come with her, it was the whole atmosphere and Vega knew she was going to have to work hard in order to get any results here. People were miserable but - more than that - there was a part of them that was happy being miserable. She sighed.
"Come on then, lets start there," she said, and walked towards the Inn.
And now - she and a few others had gone back to Mistral Village to bring back more supplies and again, all she found here were people in the depths of misery. It was, in some ways, disheartening, but in truth mostly what Vega felt was irritated. "The thing is, Isobella," she said to the Rharnian Thunder Priestess who had become her friend, "it right flibberties my gibbet, it does. I mean, me an' Mathias, an' Yrmellyn, we was here an' this lot didn't wanna come with us, didn't wanna help. Righ' bunch o' miseries they were." She grinned at Isobella and shrugged slightly. But the Thunder Priestess considered her words and spoke. "I think they're afraid, Vega, don't you?"
Vega sighed slightly and nodded."Of course they are, I know that. But do they think I'm not, or any o' us are not? We are. It's jus' what you do with it. That's all." Isobella smiled and said nothing, causing Vega to huff slightly. "I know," she admitted, finally. "I mean - I do know." She gestured towards the Inn where they were all congregating - and she gave a sudden grin. "An' since I do know, I should do somethin' about it, even includin' the misery-mogs what were travellin' with us right?" Isobella did not reply, but she gave a slight smile and Vega knew that her companion approved. She frowned, already irritated because she hated the idea of anyone approving - or disapproving - of her. Like they had a right to.
"Alrigh' stop it now," she said and then gave a good-natured smile. "I take yer point, the one you've not made. I'll see what I can do. Schnizzle my snoot an' pickle my pinkie, but this whole thing's jus' a lot of work." Vega had grumbling down to a fine art, in fairness. "It's jus' a whole lot easier when I spend my time not likin' people an' so not botherin' innit? Jus', you know, sayin'," she said and then motioned to the Inn. In there were people and they were grouchy. It wasn't just the folks of Mistral village either, it was the volunteers who had come with her, it was the whole atmosphere and Vega knew she was going to have to work hard in order to get any results here. People were miserable but - more than that - there was a part of them that was happy being miserable. She sighed.
"Come on then, lets start there," she said, and walked towards the Inn.
