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Two of Bree's more .. well, flighty, hobbits have their first meeting.
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Location: Bree: Stone Houses
Game Date: February 3050
IC Time: Morning
Description: Stone Houses(#27944Rto)
At the base of the Bree Hill, about a hundred comfortable-looking stone houses line the small and winding road that clings to the lower reaches of the hill. Red brick chimneys are built alongside each neatly-placed house and several of these chimneys spew forth smoke. A handful of skinny trees grow between some of the houses, and there in the centre of the street stands a green water pump. In place of one of the houses is a conspicuous gap, dismal-looking gravel that is still blackened in places, though weeds have started to reclaim the desolate space.
Many folk, both big and little, walk along the street or in and out of the stone buildings, bustling about their business.
The murky sky is overcast and dreary. The early morning winter air is cold and dry around you.
Obvious exits:
Aaron Clothweaver's House leads to Aaron Clothweaver's House.
East leads to Garden.
Toby Appledore's House leads to Main Room.
Lorekeeper Residence leads to Lorekeeper Residence.
Common House leads to The Common House of Bree, Common Room.
West leads to GER: Centre of Bree.
================================== Bree Time ==================================
Real time: Mon Jun 07 16:27:12 2010
Bree time: Early Morning <09:21:36> on Trewsday of Winter - February 15,1450
Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent Moon
Breelands Weather
The early morning winter air is cold and dry around you. The day sky is cloud-filled and gloomy.
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[Aleswyn(#21413)]
Out of the Common House comes a tall hobbit lass. A bright red scarf wraps 'round her head so that only her eyes and nostrils can be seen and thick purple mittens cover her hands. It seems that she's dressed appropriately today as the early winter morning is cold, and there's a fierce wind whipping through the town and howling down the alleys. Two steps, then another three, and the hobbit lass pauses to glance around somewhat nervously.
Behind her, she's dragging a small hand-cart with a bulging bag, and in the crook of her left arm she's holding what appears to be ... a baby? A baby that is at least as well bundled as she is, if not more so. But, if it's a baby, it must be sleeping because it isn't moving. Still, she leans down to its head to whisper something in its ear. Squaring her shoulders, Ivorine continues down the walk, the cart squeaking in protest behind her.
Out from the gardens trots another hobbit-figure, this one average-sized. Brandebras Bywater has clearly had some mishap with his woolly hat, for his muffler (today a red-and-white striped one) is wrapped round the top of his head rather like a shawl, and held beneath his chin by a clasped fist. His focus is on the ground, rather than the street's other inhabitants: at one point he pounces on something lying tucked beneath the hedge with a cry of hope, only to release it with a forlorn sigh. It is a tattered piece of brown parcel paper.
He's almost on top of Ivorine before that irritating squeaking of the cart halts him. He looks up and blinks at the bundle. "Did you find my hat?" His smile is eager and open.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
"Your hat?" Ivorine asks in confusion. "You aren't wearing a hat," she points out politely, stopping next to Brandebras. "They sell 'em in the market place though. You could get a yellow one. Do you want to buy some toys?" She twists around and points to the bag inside the cart. "I have toys here. I was taking them to the market to sell." She drops the handle of the cart and gently pats the head of her "baby." "Shhh," she says.
"But I /was/ wearing a hat," Brandebras protests plaintively. "I had it on when I left the smial this morning. I thought it might have fallen off in the gardens, but I couldn't find it." He sighs. "And Ma'll skin me alive if she finds I've lost another one ...." He peers listlessly at the bag inside the cart. "I don't think I need any toys," he says in a polite if doubtful tone. "Do any of /them/ have woolly hats my size?
The shushing makes him curious, and he edges round, trying to see the little bundle more carefully. "Is it a kitten?," he wonders.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
"Of course it isn't a kitten," Ivorine says with a quiet laugh. "It's my baby, and if you're very quiet I'll let you have a look at her face." As she unwraps the scarf covering the "baby," Ivorine returns to the topic of toys. "I don't /think/ any of them have wolly hats your size, but I can show you." The scarf is pulled back enough now to reveal the "baby's" face, but it turns out to be a doll.
"Sally Ann is sleeping," she says seriously. "I need to cover her up again so she doesn't catch cold," she says, already wrapping the scarf back over the doll's face. When the doll is fully wrapped again, she places her gently in the cart and opens up the sack of toys. She pulls out one of the dolls and holds it up. The doll is wearing a green muffler and a purple wooly, though both are quite small. "Maybe this would fit!" she suggests.
"A baby?" Brandebras' mouth forms a round 'o', and he leans forward to take a closer look at this amazing thing, spare hand up to his mouth to stop himself breathing too loudly.
The revelation, when it comes, is met with an, "Oh." He gives his fellow hobbit an odd look, but doesn't say anything until the second doll is held up. "I really don't think I'm that small," he says seriously. "Maybe Sally Ann should have it. Though it's very nice of you to look, Miss ..." He lets the words trail off in a suggestive query.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
"Ivorine," she says quickly. "Ivorine Thornbush," she says, adding her last name, though it is mumbled. "If it's too small, then maybe I could make you one," she offers kindly. "It wouldn't take much more than a couple days, I reckon, and I made all the ones that the doll wears," she says, indicating the doll she's holding up. The craftsmanship on the muffler and wooly aren't great, but they're not terrible either. Bending over the cart, she pats her baby's head. "Shhh, we'll be on our way soon Sally Ann. Mama has to do some business here first." Standing straight up again, she beams a smile at Brandebras. "Sorry about that. She's been a little fussier than usual today but she's normally very quiet. So what color do you want? Red? Green? Maybe both of them together?"
"Oh!" This time Brandebras' exclamation is one of heartfelt relief. "Would you really? That would be wonderful!" He peers absently at the doll's hat. "I'm Brandebras Bywater, I'm a messenger you know." He fairly puffs up with importance at that title. "And .. uh, well you can see what size my head is." He lets the muffler slip back down to his neck, baring his chestnut curls to the icy wind, and shivers. "And it needs to be yellow, please. Ma always knits my hats in yellow."
Whilst he tries to rearrange the muffler to at least warm his ears, he peers down at the silent doll. "I .. um, can't hear anything, you know," he feels the duty to inform his new tailor.
[Aleswyn(#21413)] "A messenger? That must be great fun," Ivorine says honestly. "What do you messenge? Do you ever ... have to ... well, leave Bree?" She seems both terrified and excited at the prospect. "Well, it is a relief that she isn't so noisy to disturb you," Ivorine says, sparing a fond smile down towards her "baby" before glancing back up at Brandebras. "I will make you two hats, that way you will have a spare for when you lose the next one," Ivorine tells him, reverting back to business. She does tend to bounce from one subject to the next with frequency.
"I go to Staddle," Brandebras assures Ivorine seriously. "And Archet, once." Then a faint pink blush comes to his cheeks. "I .. uh, don't always have a lot of messages to deliver. Mostly I just do odd jobs. Like ..." Suddenly his voice changes, a panicked note creeping in. "Like collecting the milk for old Mrs Weatherfern. I have to go!" Still clutching his muffler tight he's about to dash off when something occurs to him. "I'll meet you back here in .. what, three days? And .. um, it was nice meeting you and Sally Ann." Brandebras is a hobbit who knows how to be dutifully polite, even if he casts the doll a doubtful glance.
Off he trots, every now and then twisting his head back to check on the progress of Ivorine and her 'baby'. It's a wonder he doesn't trip and break his neck.
[Aleswyn(#21413)] Ivorine nods her head in answer to Brandebras' question, "Three days should be enough," she says. "It was nice to meet you too, Brandebras." Returning the doll to her sack of toys, Ivorine closes it carefully and retrieves her "baby" from the wagon. Tucking her carefully into the crook of her arm again, Ivorine once more grabs the handle of the squeaky cart and continues past the rows of stone houses towards the market place.
At the base of the Bree Hill, about a hundred comfortable-looking stone houses line the small and winding road that clings to the lower reaches of the hill. Red brick chimneys are built alongside each neatly-placed house and several of these chimneys spew forth smoke. A handful of skinny trees grow between some of the houses, and there in the centre of the street stands a green water pump. In place of one of the houses is a conspicuous gap, dismal-looking gravel that is still blackened in places, though weeds have started to reclaim the desolate space.
Many folk, both big and little, walk along the street or in and out of the stone buildings, bustling about their business.
The murky sky is overcast and dreary. The early morning winter air is cold and dry around you.
Obvious exits:
Aaron Clothweaver's House leads to Aaron Clothweaver's House.
East leads to Garden.
Toby Appledore's House leads to Main Room.
Lorekeeper Residence leads to Lorekeeper Residence.
Common House leads to The Common House of Bree, Common Room.
West leads to GER: Centre of Bree.
================================== Bree Time ==================================
Real time: Mon Jun 07 16:27:12 2010
Bree time: Early Morning <09:21:36> on Trewsday of Winter - February 15,1450
Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent Moon
Breelands Weather
The early morning winter air is cold and dry around you. The day sky is cloud-filled and gloomy.
===============================================================================
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
Out of the Common House comes a tall hobbit lass. A bright red scarf wraps 'round her head so that only her eyes and nostrils can be seen and thick purple mittens cover her hands. It seems that she's dressed appropriately today as the early winter morning is cold, and there's a fierce wind whipping through the town and howling down the alleys. Two steps, then another three, and the hobbit lass pauses to glance around somewhat nervously.
Behind her, she's dragging a small hand-cart with a bulging bag, and in the crook of her left arm she's holding what appears to be ... a baby? A baby that is at least as well bundled as she is, if not more so. But, if it's a baby, it must be sleeping because it isn't moving. Still, she leans down to its head to whisper something in its ear. Squaring her shoulders, Ivorine continues down the walk, the cart squeaking in protest behind her.
Out from the gardens trots another hobbit-figure, this one average-sized. Brandebras Bywater has clearly had some mishap with his woolly hat, for his muffler (today a red-and-white striped one) is wrapped round the top of his head rather like a shawl, and held beneath his chin by a clasped fist. His focus is on the ground, rather than the street's other inhabitants: at one point he pounces on something lying tucked beneath the hedge with a cry of hope, only to release it with a forlorn sigh. It is a tattered piece of brown parcel paper.
He's almost on top of Ivorine before that irritating squeaking of the cart halts him. He looks up and blinks at the bundle. "Did you find my hat?" His smile is eager and open.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
"Your hat?" Ivorine asks in confusion. "You aren't wearing a hat," she points out politely, stopping next to Brandebras. "They sell 'em in the market place though. You could get a yellow one. Do you want to buy some toys?" She twists around and points to the bag inside the cart. "I have toys here. I was taking them to the market to sell." She drops the handle of the cart and gently pats the head of her "baby." "Shhh," she says.
"But I /was/ wearing a hat," Brandebras protests plaintively. "I had it on when I left the smial this morning. I thought it might have fallen off in the gardens, but I couldn't find it." He sighs. "And Ma'll skin me alive if she finds I've lost another one ...." He peers listlessly at the bag inside the cart. "I don't think I need any toys," he says in a polite if doubtful tone. "Do any of /them/ have woolly hats my size?
The shushing makes him curious, and he edges round, trying to see the little bundle more carefully. "Is it a kitten?," he wonders.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
"Of course it isn't a kitten," Ivorine says with a quiet laugh. "It's my baby, and if you're very quiet I'll let you have a look at her face." As she unwraps the scarf covering the "baby," Ivorine returns to the topic of toys. "I don't /think/ any of them have wolly hats your size, but I can show you." The scarf is pulled back enough now to reveal the "baby's" face, but it turns out to be a doll.
"Sally Ann is sleeping," she says seriously. "I need to cover her up again so she doesn't catch cold," she says, already wrapping the scarf back over the doll's face. When the doll is fully wrapped again, she places her gently in the cart and opens up the sack of toys. She pulls out one of the dolls and holds it up. The doll is wearing a green muffler and a purple wooly, though both are quite small. "Maybe this would fit!" she suggests.
"A baby?" Brandebras' mouth forms a round 'o', and he leans forward to take a closer look at this amazing thing, spare hand up to his mouth to stop himself breathing too loudly.
The revelation, when it comes, is met with an, "Oh." He gives his fellow hobbit an odd look, but doesn't say anything until the second doll is held up. "I really don't think I'm that small," he says seriously. "Maybe Sally Ann should have it. Though it's very nice of you to look, Miss ..." He lets the words trail off in a suggestive query.
[Aleswyn(#21413)]
"Ivorine," she says quickly. "Ivorine Thornbush," she says, adding her last name, though it is mumbled. "If it's too small, then maybe I could make you one," she offers kindly. "It wouldn't take much more than a couple days, I reckon, and I made all the ones that the doll wears," she says, indicating the doll she's holding up. The craftsmanship on the muffler and wooly aren't great, but they're not terrible either. Bending over the cart, she pats her baby's head. "Shhh, we'll be on our way soon Sally Ann. Mama has to do some business here first." Standing straight up again, she beams a smile at Brandebras. "Sorry about that. She's been a little fussier than usual today but she's normally very quiet. So what color do you want? Red? Green? Maybe both of them together?"
"Oh!" This time Brandebras' exclamation is one of heartfelt relief. "Would you really? That would be wonderful!" He peers absently at the doll's hat. "I'm Brandebras Bywater, I'm a messenger you know." He fairly puffs up with importance at that title. "And .. uh, well you can see what size my head is." He lets the muffler slip back down to his neck, baring his chestnut curls to the icy wind, and shivers. "And it needs to be yellow, please. Ma always knits my hats in yellow."
Whilst he tries to rearrange the muffler to at least warm his ears, he peers down at the silent doll. "I .. um, can't hear anything, you know," he feels the duty to inform his new tailor.
[Aleswyn(#21413)] "A messenger? That must be great fun," Ivorine says honestly. "What do you messenge? Do you ever ... have to ... well, leave Bree?" She seems both terrified and excited at the prospect. "Well, it is a relief that she isn't so noisy to disturb you," Ivorine says, sparing a fond smile down towards her "baby" before glancing back up at Brandebras. "I will make you two hats, that way you will have a spare for when you lose the next one," Ivorine tells him, reverting back to business. She does tend to bounce from one subject to the next with frequency.
"I go to Staddle," Brandebras assures Ivorine seriously. "And Archet, once." Then a faint pink blush comes to his cheeks. "I .. uh, don't always have a lot of messages to deliver. Mostly I just do odd jobs. Like ..." Suddenly his voice changes, a panicked note creeping in. "Like collecting the milk for old Mrs Weatherfern. I have to go!" Still clutching his muffler tight he's about to dash off when something occurs to him. "I'll meet you back here in .. what, three days? And .. um, it was nice meeting you and Sally Ann." Brandebras is a hobbit who knows how to be dutifully polite, even if he casts the doll a doubtful glance.
Off he trots, every now and then twisting his head back to check on the progress of Ivorine and her 'baby'. It's a wonder he doesn't trip and break his neck.
[Aleswyn(#21413)] Ivorine nods her head in answer to Brandebras' question, "Three days should be enough," she says. "It was nice to meet you too, Brandebras." Returning the doll to her sack of toys, Ivorine closes it carefully and retrieves her "baby" from the wagon. Tucking her carefully into the crook of her arm again, Ivorine once more grabs the handle of the squeaky cart and continues past the rows of stone houses towards the market place.
Players: Ivorine, Brandebras
Located in: Breefolk
