Just An Ordinary Farmer

This is Micah! Next to me is my pal Micah, as some people like to call him. He's a wooly, I'm not. Keep it straight, kids. (sidebar image by xoverlover on deviantart)

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Like A Fairytale [Micah and Clorica]

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>Clorica shrugged.

"The training isn’t often talked about for… various reasons."

>Partially because of an unspoken rule among help staff and partially due to the reaction asking about it can elicit. Volkanon is a prime example for the latter.

"Oh right, you did mention living in a more rural town. Is it really that impressive?

>Her eyes widened slightly in wonder. She knew the tiling in the area was really well done but, having lived in more urban areas since she was young,  she never thought the tiles very impressive.

"Ah, I should mention that we’ll be passing by Lady Ventuswill going this way…"

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"Huh? It isn't bad or anything, is it?" >Micah fidgeted a little. Was it really some sort of scary demonic training after all? Still, as Clorica asked about the tiles again he felt a whole lot better. "Well, maybe I'm not the best example."

>He laughed. "I mean, I don't even know how the whole process works. I mean, do you have to carve them out of rocks one by one or something?" "You have to mention it? Is she grouchy or something?"

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Like A Fairytale [Micah and Clorica]

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"Oh no, nothing like that. Volkanon is the head butler. He’s the one training Vishnal and me.He’s very… protective of those in the castle."

> She started towards the entryway she pointed out earlier, walking slow enough so as to not leave the blond behind.

"May I ask why you were crouching earlier?"

>Did she miss a spot while cleaning? Or was he staring as a stray item someone dropped?

"Of course! Ah, thank you for bringing some as well, I appreciate it."

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"Ohh. I didn't know butlers needed training! How cool." >Micah was imagining massive cleaning rituals and 'sir yes sir's as he started to walk, slowly as to not overtake Clorica. Normally, this would probably be a major misinterpretation of the word 'training', but with Volkanon and his extremely enthusiastic apprentices, there might have been some truth to it. "Why I was crouching?" >Micah brightened up immediately. "Well, it's just the tiling work in this place is superb! Actually, I don't think I've even ever seen this many tiles in one place! I was just thinking about how much time it must have taken, and how pretty everything was, and your entire plaza is paved, and I'm just super impressed."

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Alright, between heading all the way to Selphia and running away from violent fisherman and ducking back towards my farm when the mayor isn't looking, I've been pretty busy lately! I mean, I can probably post sometimes, but I mean, electricity only works when the tree feels like it, really. Just thought someone might like to know? Maybe? Man, it's so late. Night, everyone.

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Like A Fairytale [Micah and Clorica]

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"If you’re certain…"

>While it was relieving that he hadn’t hurt himself badly, Clorica thought it concerning that he seemed to be used to much worse.

>Shaking her head, she offered him a small smile.

"No, it’s alright, it’s just that the servants area is on the other side. Though you’re lucky Volkanon didn’t find you in here, he might have thought you were an intruder…"

>Clorica gestured to the entryway to her left.

"I left the cookies in the butlers’ quarters, would you like them now?

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"Mmhmm! I don't wrestle scorpions for nothing." >Micah nodded, looking rather proud of himself. "Volkanon, huh? Is he the king or something?" >Micah tilted his head slightly at the thought. He wondered what it was like to be scolded by a king. Probably really dangerous, huh. "Oh, sure! I brought you something too. We'll share everything together, won't we?"

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Like A Fairytale [Micah and Clorica]

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>Clorica winced, hearing his yelp, though she didn’t move from her spot in front of the door.

"Are you alright…?"

>Seeing the extended hand, she tilted her head before grabbing it and giving it a shake. Micah had made it after all, looks like Carlos didn’t carry out his threat.

"Ah, It’s good to meet you in person too, Micah."

>Pausing, she let go of his hand, bringing her own up to rest on her cheek.

"…Why are you in this side of the castle though? This is where Prince Lest’s and Princess Frey’s rooms are."

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"I'm alright. I've taken far worse than this! Don't worry so much." >Micah laughed lightly. It seemed he'd had a rather difficult life, or at least the one and a half years he remembered of it. "Thanks, Clorica." >He tilted his head to the side at Clorica's question, before his eyes widened. "O-oh, is it? I -- I've never been in a castle before, I'm so sorry -- should I not be here?" >He winced.

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Like A Fairytale [Micah and Clorica]

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>Slowly waking up, Clorica blinked a few times to drive away some of her drowsiness away. She had been taking care of miscellaneous chores earlier, before she drifted asleep. She wasn’t sure when to expect Micah, they hadn’t been able to specify a time before he started acting odd. Based on the activity the day prior, Clorica wasn’t sure he was even well enough to visit.

"I don’t think I’ve seen him online today either. Could Mr.Carlos have gotten him…?"

>Thinking back to the bag of cookies left sitting on a shelf in her room, Clorica considered going to go grab them, though she ultimately decided against it. No sense in bringing them along if she didn’t know if or when the blond would show up. Still though,  she should return to the castle soon, it would seem she wandered away in her sleep.

>Walking back to the city’s center, her attention was caught by the door to Lest’s and Frey’s rooms swinging shut. Did one of them just come back from one of their expeditions? Oh, she should go welcome them back!

"…Ah, hell.. o?"

>Seeing the blond male crouched down and staring at the floor in something akin to wonder wasn’t at all what she expected upon pushing the door open.

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“Oh, hell – “ >Micah started to stand up as he heard a voice, only to hit his head on the bottom of a table and yelp. The things on top of the table shook, but didn’t fall, luckily enough. Still, he rubbed at his head unhappily. “Oh, um, yes. Hi.” >He straightened up, shook his head to clear it, and then extended a hand. “I’m just visiting, I – oh! You’re Clorica, aren’t you! It’s Micah. Good to meet you in person!”

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Like A Fairytale [Micah and Clorica]

>Micah looked up at the castle with some trepidation. Actually, he’d been trepidated, or whatever the word was supposed to be, from the moment he’d stepped into this town. It was just so… big. Everything was paved, and the buildings were super tall, and things were made of stone. Where did they even get so many rocks? It was ridiculous! It was all Micah could do not to gape, and Din certainly hadn’t adjusted nearly as well. After he’d started barking at everything that didn’t move, too, Micah had been forced to leash him up outside of town, promising to come back when he calmed down. “Okay, this looks right…” >According to everyone he asked, this was where the prince and princess lived, and so it was where their servants would be… if they weren’t asleep in the forest or setting things on fire. He wasn’t sure about that description, but whatever. He stepped into one of the side doors, figuring that would more likely be where the servants would stay, and then looked around curiously. Maybe Clorica was already gone? It was starting to get a little late, after all, and she might have somewhere else to be, what with the festival and all. > Actually, crouching down and marvelling at how well the floor was tiled, he soon forgot about Clorica entirely.

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yes I can feel the pain coursing through my body

I have never been so glad something was just snake poison though omg????

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successfully avoided carlos

did not successfully scold marian

there is a dart sticking out of my arm BUT I`M FAIRLY CERTAIN IT'S JUST SNAKE POISON

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Brb going to go find Marian and ask her not to give me experimental drugs again

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Mr. Micah, are you okay? You seemed to be very inebriated last night... Can I get anything for you?

verb (used with object), inebriated, inebriating.

1.to make drunk; intoxicate.The only thing I remember ingesting last night are the thick white fumes fromfrom somethinglet me think about that one.

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the-sleepyprincess said: Be careful, okay? That Carlos guy seems really angry. Thank you! I'll bring a fishing rod.

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the-sleepyprincess said: Blankets? that is a very good idea

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the-sleepyprincess said: My advice is that you start running I HAVE NO CLOTHES

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WAIT NO EVEN IF I WAS KIND OF OUT OF IT I WOULDN'T BE SAYING THAT SORT OF THING

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did someone give me my laptop while I was falling in and out of consciousness I'm so confused

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farmerextraordinaire said: u kno he deeeeeed DID SOMETHING HAPPEN WHILE I WAS ASLEEP