Cattle

[cynthia MacGregor]

giggles as Cricket 'olds up tha old tapestry...then furrows 'er brow a wee bit.... cyn didnae ken You used t' live 'ere Cricket ...she turns as tha ball of yarn is thrown t' see who threw it

[cricket]

No is did. ~another ball of yarn joins the first, trailing a string back behind the chair~ Is did come visit Dream Lady, Edie Lady, all time. ~she pulls herself out from the corner, dusting her hands off, and tries to smooth unruly curls down~ When is did live other place. Fatal place.

[cynthia MacGregor]

she nods as tha lass explains then smiles ...cyn naer thought she wid be on speaking terms wi' anyone 'ere ere again ... she nods t' tha Righs throne ...cyn thinks it wid be best ifin she steers vera clear of His Majesty....cyn wid like t' see tha oxen an tha plow Cricekt will You go wi' 'er ?

[cricket]

~thin brows raise slightly in a questioning manner, though she doesn't press for any details, instead just nodding~ Is think did see by docks. No is know. ~shakes her locks out as she laughs~ Is see much thing there. ~rises, beats her hands against her skirt to knock the rushes off, and takes up her pack and staff to go with you~

[cynthia MacGregor]

smiles an trails aside You 'eidin back t' tha docks talking t' many people alang tha way ...she spies tha guids M'Lady Loxley set aside fer trade an walks ore t' them lookin ore ere thing openin tha bags of grain an lookin through them ...she smiles vera pleased then turns t' Cricket ..Do You think cyn made even trade .....she glances as tha men frae tha aine ship come an go on tha one tha brought U/us 'ere she leans low and speaks quietly ...ma'aps Cricket it wid be best t' leave sooner then W/we 'ad expected W/we did loose a day this week ...she nods t' tha Mon talking t' tha captain person ...tha mon seems quite interested in the ship ni ?

[cricket]

~turns from her conversation to look over the items yet to be taken aboard, clapping her hands with childish delight at the amount of grain added to the deal~ Is much good, yes!

~her gaze flickers toward the guard and the other man, her voice dropping to a low whisper~ Is think, much good. Maybe is get help, load? Crew, other ship, maybe? ~rises to the tips of her toes to peer around... still not tall enough to see over anybody, she clambers atop a crate, shading her eyes with one tiny hand... finally spots another ship, one with full crew, though they seem idle~ Is think they help?

[cynthia MacGregor]

smiles an nods at Your words ...if You think it's a guid thing they are 'elpin.... she turns t' tha oxen an begins t' pick up each foot looking at tha bottoms an checkin tha ankles she pats tha first aine an moves t' tha second ...Cricket 'ow old do You think they are ?

[cricket]

~she hops down, looking each of them over carefully, her tiny hands roving over their muscles as high as she can reach, a thin line between her brows~ Is think... is young, do work, is old, know how. Strong, smart. ~she wrinkles her little nose~ Is will have ask James Sir. ~nods~

~then she turns, walking toward the guard - the one speaking with the strange man - and waiting until she catches his eye... then a smile brightens her features, her hands clasp shyly behind her back, and her voice softens~ Is can help, plea? Who ship is, there? ~a nod toward the one filled with idle crewmen~ Is think they is can come help, load cargo, this ship? ~a small gesture toward her own vessel~ If is can, send over, yes?

~another beaming smile and she slips away, back to cyn, and takes her arm~ Come, is need get on ship. They is can load.

[cynthia MacGregor]

W/we 'ave t' git back on tha ship ?.....looks a wee bit confused t'wards tha castle an grins ....follows Cricket back onta tha ship ni really certain why but goes wi' it ....chuckles watchin tha men 'elp load tha ship

[cricket]

Yes. On ship. ~a single decisive nod of her head~ If is see, no think is will let help. Bad luck, girl on ship. ~her tone mocking now, though her expression is serious~ We go, cabin, wait. Is will go soon, think.

~she leads the way belowdecks, casting a wistful look to the masts, and settles into the cabin... the cook comes by some time later and presents a meal with a grunt and a disgusted look and mutters something about strangers aboard before stomping back to the galley~

((just an FYI - some of these mean nasties could end up being aboard when they cast off, if it's ok with whoever's running that rp. Might end up being a good branch-off.))

[cynthia MacGregor]

she nods not really understanding but doesnae wish t' risk bein throw ore board cause she be bad luck ...she follows Cricket doon t' tha cabin and sets up 'er sleepin place aince more ...she smiles at tha cook grateful fer tha food 'ands Cricket 'er share of tha food an sits doon next t' 'er t' eat ...why wid there be strangers 'boot ??...'ands 'er a flask of wine as well lookin up at tha sounds of rushin feet above 'er 'eid

[cricket]

~shakes her head at the offer of wine, though she gladly accepts the rest, stuffing her cheeks full of biscuits~ Is think, help load things. ~washes the dry bread down with a swallow of water~ No is know you, me. New cook. ~with that she continues her meal, listening for the sound of footsteps to die down, indicating that everything has been stored and the remainder of the crew is being gathered for cast off~

[cricket]

~her eyes sparkle with mischief, the back of one tiny hand pressed to her mouth as she finishes chewing a bit of cheese... then an impish grin lights her features~ No is did cost. ~she turns her face toward the deck, gesturing broadly to the whole of the ship~ Is cost THEM, use. MY ship! ~her soft laughter rings out through the small room~

[cynthia MacGregor]

cyn
picks at tha fare ni really 'ungry drinks 'eartily frae tha wine as W/we prepare t' set sail back 'ame ...Cricket ...a lass looks up t' 'er quizzically ....How were You able t' manage gettin U/us on this ship ??.....it must 'ave cost You guid in coin?

Cricket
~her eyes sparkle with mischief, the back of one tiny hand pressed to her mouth as she finishes chewing a bit of cheese... then an impish grin lights her features~ No is did cost. ~she turns her face toward the deck, gesturing broadly to the whole of the ship~ Is cost THEM, use. MY ship! ~her soft laughter rings out through the small room~

cyn
she drops tha flask of wine payin ni attention t' it spillin 'boot 'er mouth formin tha perfect "O" an 'er eyes goin wide ....she blinks certain she 'eard tha lass wrang ...Th..thi...this is Your ship ...

Cricket
~immediately rights the bottle of wine, plucking up a napkin to wipe some of it up with~ Yes. My ship. ~nods as she works~ Is did draw plan, when Ty teach how do. Then is watch, see how build, learn how sail. ~the corners of her lips twitch in amusement as she peeks up at you~ Now is get money, every time sail.

cyn
she apologizes fer spillin tha wine an 'elps t' clean it up a wee bit dumfounded at tha news ....she wraps tha food tha cook brought doon an readies 'erself fer bed ...Cricket You naer cease t' amaze a lass ...

Cricket
Why? ~smothers a yawn~ Is just me... ~heaves herself into the hammock, a smooth practiced motion, and leaves one leg hanging over the edge~ Good sleep, cyn.

~some time later she is awakened by a loud crashing noise and the sounds of cursing, coming toward the captain's cabin from the hold... the rocking motion tells her that they are well under way, though she can't be sure which direction they're headed... she rises, yawning and scrubbing at her eyes, and wanders toward the commotion~

'Stowaways, Cap'm!'
'We done foun' 'em in the 'old, ea'in our pork an' fish, we did.'

~then the low growl of the captain's deep voice and a small group of men coming toward her... she presses against the wall to let them pass, her eyes widening when she sees two of the men that were standing idle on the ship at harbor, surrounded by the crew of her ship... one gives her a scathing look before he is dragged to the deck, no doubt to be bound to the mast~

cyn
cyns eyes snap open wi' tha loud crash she sits up steadin 'erself a wee bit as tha boat sways she hurries after Cricket watchin as tha men git drug away ...she casts a worried glance at Cricket an returns t' 'er bed nou wide awake an waitin fer morning t' come wi' 'aste

[cricket]

~tiny fists find her hips, her brows coming together, and she expells a haughty snort~ Is think, is go see what do, them. ~turns her gaze to cyn~ Is want come?

~the remainder of the trip is spent aboard deck or in the rigging, fully confident in either place... she only steps back after docking, and even then only long enough for the crew to take the stowaways ashore... then she's back at it, helping to unload the goods onto a waiting wagon, which she takes over to drive home~

~when they arrive back at the glen she finds the sun getting high in the sky and herself in a hurry... she pays no attention to anything but getting water into the brightly colored wagon still waiting for her in the main gathering place, then hiding herself inside to clean up in time for the ceremony~