#stranded event (012)

[willieshaw]

@ameliaxdalton​

“Right-o!” Will slapped his hands together. This really were a right show and a half. He couldn’t tell what were coming, and what was really going on, but hoo-hum. They’d make do. All they could do was keep on trucking. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have a small break. Willie had taken just enough bacca from the field, dried it with some assistance from a corralled water-lad, and was now packing it into his pipe. All he had was his pinky to gently press it down but that would do just nicely. He weren’t prissy ‘bout these things after all. Didn’t have one of them fancy light-things, but there was never fire all that far away. Felt good, felt right, Willie held the pipe between his teeth, as he hauled up the next bucket of mud mixed with dung.

Somehow he’d lost all of his little helpers. “Bugger everyone gone.” Will wheeled around, either everyone had scampered off whilst he’d had his back turned, or they’d been long gone. Willie gestured for one of the farmhands, a lady, but she looked hard, and bricky. “Need a spare hand, you’s free duck? Can’t be doing this alone! All them lots buggered right off.”

[willieshaw]

Location: Farm with fuckery afoot @lina-delgado​

It was turning into quite the morning, or afternoon, Will never much had the ability to tell time through length of shadow. He’d risen up early but apparently not early enough because the bloody board of tasks, names now too, had disappeared. When he’d gone back to check later it were back but faded as if bleached by the sun. So, Will went off memory toddling about the farm to survey each and every building. Good job he did. Half a dozen of them looked to be near the end of their life. Decrepit and ready to be swallowed up by the earth. “Bloody hell, going t’ shite ‘round here int’t duck?” He had not memorised the young woman’s name, not yet, it were Mmm-something. Maggie? She was attempting to work around Will, as he made an effort to patch up the kiln, together it were mostly Will’s working sing-song that filled the air between them.

Will paused for just long enough to catch a glance of someone he had not seen in some time. “Ay’up! Mag I be back!” He sprinted off down the path, catching Lina up with a bark of a grin. “Ducky! Ay, I missed you I have. Come here.” There was never much warning for an embrace from Will, but partway through holding her, usually tighter than this, he let go. Nearly. His hands were still resting on her shoulders. “Ay’up big man were telling me ‘bout them changelings. It weren’t you were it? Saying them things. My Lina would never.” Will’s gaze flicked down, she looked no different to how he remembered. But then for a time his sisters, even fire lad’s mum, had looked no different.

“You’s with child? It true duck?”