Hosi is not a morning person
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freosanA snapshot of a morning on the trail. G, just shy of 700 words.
Note to those who RPed this with me: Greaters now equals Saljers because I was a horrible plagiarist back in the sixth grade. Other country names may be changed as appropriate.
Update for those who were not there: Hosi, Lirael, Mahabra, Yohko, Irvine, Sakura, and Ryoko are on a quest. They’re not really quite sure what it is yet but it involves getting the Saljer army the hell out of Hosi’s homeland. Hosi has two goddesses in her head, Lirael has one – acquired in a slightly traumatic fight about two weeks ago. Hosi is a Life Mage, Lirael and Mahabra Fire Mages, Sakura a self-taught witch. Yohko and Irvine are deserters from the Saljerian army.
Hosi stood, and stretched. Her back hurt. Well, that wasn’t all that hurt, but it was the most vocal of her pains. She wasn’t made for sleeping on the ground.
She was the first up – again. Well, it was only fair. She was the only one who they never bothered to wake up for watch. Much as it bothered her, she knew that meant she owed them. Which was why she made breakfast every morning.
She was a good cook, no matter how much Irvine complained and Yohko quietly took very small portions. Mahabra and Lirael liked it. It was because the southerners couldn’t deal with spice, that was all.
Hosi would cook, but damned if she would change her habits for them. She’d never told them not to give her a watch.
Irvine had taken dawn watch; when the fire started sizzling back to life he drifted around a tree and appeared in front of her. She made a low growling noise; she really hated it when he did that. No one should move that quietly.
“Aww, man, this again? What is that, anyway?” he complained. Hosi had to admit that the mushroom-and-dried-chicken-breast stew didn’t look very good, but damn.
“It’s what you’re going to eat for breakfast. Deal,” she snapped. Sakura and Ryoko woke then. They always did that – woke up and went to sleep at the exact same moment. It was unnerving. Hosi had to wonder if there was something going on there. She didn’t trust Sakura, and her magic had to be full of weird influences – hedge-witch magic always had ties to it that the more refined Academy magic didn’t.
Irvine shut up, but not for long – he went on to flirting with Sakura, making the witch-girl giggle and blush, and Hosi tried not to pay attention to it and failed rather miserably. She stabbed at a mushroom with her spoon – very well, her branch with a flat bit at one end – and thought deadly thoughts.
Lirael somehow managed to wake up just when the stew was finished, look graceful and elegant while stretching, and get Mahabra up, too, all without even changing expression.
Hosi wouldn’t hate her so much if the woman would complain once in a while.
Lirael woke Yohko up too, every morning, and Hosi always tried not to pay attention to how, but Irvine’s wolf-whistle of appreciation made it difficult.
“Shut it, soldier, or you’re not getting any of this,” she said. He gave her That Look – eying her like a horse for sale.
“I’m not getting any anyway, why should I worry?” He somehow managed to put a leer into his words. She glared, and didn’t dignify the remark with an answer.
Sakura and Lirael served. Hosi didn’t know why she kept making empty threats about not feeding Irvine; the other girls would be all over her for it. For some reason they liked having him around. Possibly because he only flirted with them rather than performing borderline sexual assault.
After they were finished – Mahabra first, as always, because he bolted his food, and Yohko right after because she hardly ate anything – they broke camp, such as it was. No tents, no sleeping-rolls even, just two tin pots, a bag of food and medicines, and six blankets. Hosi devoutly cursed the Saljerian army, and then their mothers, and their gods, and their pets, livestock, farmlands, houses, and anything else she could think of.
May their beds burst into flames and melt their flesh. May their lamps explode and shower them with glass and burning oil, paying particular attention to the eyes. May their hairbrushes –
Really, Hosi, there’s no need for that.
Sure there is. I wouldn’t be here if they hadn’t bombed my Academy.
You should work on forgiving those who’ve wronged you.
Look, does that bull actually work? You gods spend so much time holding grudges as it is.
Putting that aside for now…
I don’t think so. Not going to hold me to higher standards than you hold yourself, are you? That would be hypocrisy, you know.
Kali shut up. Much better. Now she only had to deal with the corporeal annoyances.
Note to those who RPed this with me: Greaters now equals Saljers because I was a horrible plagiarist back in the sixth grade. Other country names may be changed as appropriate.
Update for those who were not there: Hosi, Lirael, Mahabra, Yohko, Irvine, Sakura, and Ryoko are on a quest. They’re not really quite sure what it is yet but it involves getting the Saljer army the hell out of Hosi’s homeland. Hosi has two goddesses in her head, Lirael has one – acquired in a slightly traumatic fight about two weeks ago. Hosi is a Life Mage, Lirael and Mahabra Fire Mages, Sakura a self-taught witch. Yohko and Irvine are deserters from the Saljerian army.
Hosi stood, and stretched. Her back hurt. Well, that wasn’t all that hurt, but it was the most vocal of her pains. She wasn’t made for sleeping on the ground.
She was the first up – again. Well, it was only fair. She was the only one who they never bothered to wake up for watch. Much as it bothered her, she knew that meant she owed them. Which was why she made breakfast every morning.
She was a good cook, no matter how much Irvine complained and Yohko quietly took very small portions. Mahabra and Lirael liked it. It was because the southerners couldn’t deal with spice, that was all.
Hosi would cook, but damned if she would change her habits for them. She’d never told them not to give her a watch.
Irvine had taken dawn watch; when the fire started sizzling back to life he drifted around a tree and appeared in front of her. She made a low growling noise; she really hated it when he did that. No one should move that quietly.
“Aww, man, this again? What is that, anyway?” he complained. Hosi had to admit that the mushroom-and-dried-chicken-breast stew didn’t look very good, but damn.
“It’s what you’re going to eat for breakfast. Deal,” she snapped. Sakura and Ryoko woke then. They always did that – woke up and went to sleep at the exact same moment. It was unnerving. Hosi had to wonder if there was something going on there. She didn’t trust Sakura, and her magic had to be full of weird influences – hedge-witch magic always had ties to it that the more refined Academy magic didn’t.
Irvine shut up, but not for long – he went on to flirting with Sakura, making the witch-girl giggle and blush, and Hosi tried not to pay attention to it and failed rather miserably. She stabbed at a mushroom with her spoon – very well, her branch with a flat bit at one end – and thought deadly thoughts.
Lirael somehow managed to wake up just when the stew was finished, look graceful and elegant while stretching, and get Mahabra up, too, all without even changing expression.
Hosi wouldn’t hate her so much if the woman would complain once in a while.
Lirael woke Yohko up too, every morning, and Hosi always tried not to pay attention to how, but Irvine’s wolf-whistle of appreciation made it difficult.
“Shut it, soldier, or you’re not getting any of this,” she said. He gave her That Look – eying her like a horse for sale.
“I’m not getting any anyway, why should I worry?” He somehow managed to put a leer into his words. She glared, and didn’t dignify the remark with an answer.
Sakura and Lirael served. Hosi didn’t know why she kept making empty threats about not feeding Irvine; the other girls would be all over her for it. For some reason they liked having him around. Possibly because he only flirted with them rather than performing borderline sexual assault.
After they were finished – Mahabra first, as always, because he bolted his food, and Yohko right after because she hardly ate anything – they broke camp, such as it was. No tents, no sleeping-rolls even, just two tin pots, a bag of food and medicines, and six blankets. Hosi devoutly cursed the Saljerian army, and then their mothers, and their gods, and their pets, livestock, farmlands, houses, and anything else she could think of.
May their beds burst into flames and melt their flesh. May their lamps explode and shower them with glass and burning oil, paying particular attention to the eyes. May their hairbrushes –
Really, Hosi, there’s no need for that.
Sure there is. I wouldn’t be here if they hadn’t bombed my Academy.
You should work on forgiving those who’ve wronged you.
Look, does that bull actually work? You gods spend so much time holding grudges as it is.
Putting that aside for now…
I don’t think so. Not going to hold me to higher standards than you hold yourself, are you? That would be hypocrisy, you know.
Kali shut up. Much better. Now she only had to deal with the corporeal annoyances.