“Just where have you been?”
Hands on the hips, a scowl to accompany such a demanding tone, to be greeted with immediate scolding is expected.
“I apologize for returning late–”
“I asked where you’ve been, child.”
The hyur begins to loom over her, hand out in a silent demand for her things. As much as Norika wishes to ignore such a commanding gesture, she obliges with no hesitation. To resist would just result in further punishment..
“I was distracted in the markets.”
“A place full of sin and place a child so easily influenced, such as yourself, should never dwell in.” Her bag ripped open, the zipper nearly comes off with such a gesture.
Norika tries to ignore her tick of anger; her bag is one of the few items she’s allowed to have so for it to be treated so poorly just feels.. Disrespectful. But then again, when had Norika ever deserved something like respect?
Her caretaker shuffles through the bag, plucking out fabrics that had been bought for Kham’s mask.. And while not allowed things, Norika prays that her excuse to come will suffice enough to allow this, at least.
“What is this?” Her caretaker rubs the cloth between her fingers, another action to piss Norika off.
‘It’s fucking nice fabric. Get your /filthy/ fingers off it.’ Such thoughts she only wishes she could vocalize as she watches the pink be felt up.. Norika begins to pull down at the cuffs of her sweater. “Cloth. I wish to make a mask.”
“A mask?” a quirked brow..
“The air of Eorzea is so smoggy. The smell of others and their sin, it’s unbearable when going down the streets.”
“Then.. perhaps you should not be leaving your Home?”
“Our Savior had asked me to be out in the world to spread His word.” Norika tugs harder. “It cannot be helped. And I would have it no other way, I want to spread His touch to all I can.”
“Hmm..” Thinking of Norika’s words.. She says nothing more of the topic and simply drops the fabrics back in their spot.. “Well, as much as we appreciate your dedication, we still have rules. And one of them is returning on time.”
The relief in seeing her materials returned muffles out everything else; Norika is just relieved to be silently allowed her project.
“And so, no dinner tonight for why should you be allowed a meal when you chose to instead be fed and filled on the temptations of the market?”
“Yes.. as you say..” Norika mumbles, not genuinely listening nor would she care. An expected punishment.. But luckily a light one.
‘I believe I can make him a couple masks with this material.. Should be enough for that big head of his.. Hm.. I’ll start tonight.. Maybe I can catch him tomorrow if not soon..’
