Feckless
((yes, again, posted on time, but... screenshots. Then I got REALLY carried away last night because... omg, I finally created Karo’s Da an Pa, and... then passed out promptly. Pre-Cal backstory goodness! [of which I really wanted to write more of, and will prob later, but... writing gremlins are starting to wear out...] Also, much thanks to @kukurubean for helping me with some mild lore-points/flavor which kept me from making a decent lore mistake while at work and not really a whole lot of access to looking things up!))
“Go on! Get! You feckless stray!” the words stung, thrown as if stones to Karo’s young ears as she ran from the market booth, ears pinned to the back of her head and tears pricking the sides of her eyes. She hadn’t even had a chance to show the gill clutched tightly in her small hand before being chased away from the stall. Her small frame shook as she darted through the sparse crowd searching for her Da’s sturdy presence. It was her first visit to the Drybone with her Da and Pa, and they had given her free reign to explore while they bought supplies and bartered their own goods. She had protected the gil Da gave her, not even putting it in the pouch at her side, preferring to hold onto it as she wandered wide-eyed through the riot of color and sound.
The smells from the food booths made her mouth water, but she had wanted to spend what gil she had on a gift for her new parents. As young as she was, she had learned much in the time she had already spent with them, knowing that everything they had needed to be useful for life on the road. The booth tucked away behind the well that had drawn her eye was filled with cups and mugs etched with varying symbols. The merchant also had leather mug frogs meant to carry the cups when not in use. Karo hadn't even had a chance to ask how much they were before being chased off.
She found her Pa first, a good hand taller than most in the little oasis, he saw her coming and scooped her up, holding her close.
"Sweetling,what has you all worked up?" Feophaux's voice was just for her, even as his eyes scanned the aetheryte plaza for what had harmed his little girl. She only buried her face deeper into his neck, clinging tightly, her words gone once more. Not seeing anything obvious, he turned his attention back to the Miqo'te kitten in his arms, and with a sigh headed back up the path to where they had left the wagon that was their traveling home. Seirlait would find them there bells later, Karo curled up asleep with her head in the duskwight's lap, a lullaby still on his lips as he played for her. Carefully extracting her, he got up slowly making sure not to wake her and went to his partner with a slight shrug about the situation and an embrace before settling in for the evening.
