#nomadriver

[rathalascendant-a]

x // MARI PAUSES. Her tawny eyes dart from HUCK’S face to the shining object in his hand, and they go alight with curiosity. Though she wouldn’t need to by much to get a closer look at it ( being short and all, ) Mari kneels down to examine the old kinship stone, clearly intrigued.

     “ YOU SAID IT WAS YOUR MOM’S? ” She parrots to him, and looks back up at the boy’s face. Then, after a few moments’ pause, she leans back a bit and props her left arm on her knee, showing off the brightly glowing kinship stone strapped to her gauntlet. “ . . . This one was my grandpa’s before it was mine. There’s a funny story behind it, but basically he wasn’t the one who gave it to me. He . . . died before he was able to pass it on himself. ” // @nomadriver​

[cxnscience]

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Jiminy sees a lot of strange things on his travels. Go figure that, after all that, the only thing that catches his attention is the kid sitting out by the river.

Not necessarily out of the ordinary. ‘Cept it’s 10 in the morning on a weekday, and Jiminy knows full well there’s a schoolhouse in town, and what’s more - well, he is a conscience. This falls under his purview, he thinks. 

“Say, shouldn’t you be in school?” He hops up onto a fallen log, nearly loses his balance when the soggy wood slightly gives way under his feet, and then straightens up sharply once he finds his balance in an effort to look official. “If you’re takin a sick day you’d be better off spendin it in bed than outdoors, son.”

[valorblooded]

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Traveling was... boring. Traveling was boring and whomever has any other opinion can be as wrong as they want to be, at least that’s how Connor feels currently on the back of a wagon, riding into some small town on a map. He had some business that was going to keep him here for much longer than he thought...

Thankful, he wasn’t here on his own dime. He looked over his briefcase, many important papers needed to be delivered, signed, sent, and he has to get settled. Though, that can be put off until tomorrow. Today he wants to look around, get a feel for the quaint little town and its people.

Once the wagon stopped, he directed his belongings to his new residence and he was dropped off near the edge of the town. Just in time for a frog to jump on his leg and for a child to tackle him for the small creature.

“Hey-- wait--!” Was all that he could manage when the air was knocked out of him. Connor wasn’t dressed to the absolute nines, so his clothes being roughed up didn’t bother him. Just the ache in his back.

“Ow... are you good, kid?”

[wendyfulmother]

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Frightened would be an understatement to how Wendy was feeling. She was mortified. She had no idea why this was happening and thankfully the two of them were out of sight for what was occuring just a bit a ways from them. Despite being the younger of the two, her sibling instincts took over tenfold as she held onto Huck, trying to avert his eyes from anything that was happening.

“Don’t look Huck...whatever you do...” She speaks softly, having also averted her eyes from the scene, holding Huck a bit tighter. “Don’t look.” 

She could still hear what was happening and her mind kept flashing the sight of the crimson substance. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that whatever was happening would be over soon.

[courcgecus]

🌿-      Standing at the calm riverside, the mouse watches things float by: leaves, pines... anything light enough to stay on the surface. She is certain, she had run as fast as her feet moved, faster than anything on that river: she should come in contact with her basket - light enough to be gently carried by the stream. But what if she was at the wrong side? She blinks, then spots a stone to hop on. Then another. Even if she fell, she could make it in that part of the river, knowing how to swim and dive. Rather, she avoided such mistake, preferring to be dry. She kneels on top of the rock edge, scanning anything that passed, anything that was coming on her way. || @nomadriver​ liked!

[coffeebleeds]

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It was never Alfred’s business to get involved in small town affairs. After all, he didn’t know the disposition of the town, the context and background of the events he saw. He was merely an observer.

That is, until he sees someone hit a kid.

And suddenly Alfred doesn’t care about maintaining his privacy, or about ever being welcome as a traveler through this town again. Because he’s going to lay into this person and berate them until they cry, all the while putting himself between them and the scruffy child he saw his own reflection in. He may be no more than a teenager himself, but that isn’t going to stop him from defending this boy.

[wendyfulmother]

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“You must be more careful Huck,” Wendy gently scolded but there was more worry in her voice than anger as she grabbed a few clothed bandages to wrap around his arm. Her motherly instincts were acting up tenfold. 

“You could’ve gotten much more injured if you had continued on with this game! I could never forgive myself if you had...” 

[wendyfulmother]

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Wendy looked to the older boy with slight sway of her head. She felt so dizzy. Her vision was blurry for a moment but she shook her head as if too shake out of a daze. She really wasn't feeling good, not good at all...but there was so much she needed to do...Wendy couldn't bare to get sick.

"N-No, it's alright I can..." A sudden cough interrupted her words, "I can mange, Huck. Not to worry, not to worry at...all..."

She tried to take a step toward him but only managed to stumble. Thankfully she managed to regain her balance. "...Maybe a glass of water would be nice..."