A Village Parched [Yangcong] Jan 8, 2019 16:50:03 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2019 16:50:03 GMT -6
Cassa's PL: 27,000
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It wasn’t a good idea to keep people waiting, Cassa knew that much. For as long as she could remember both Cauri and Chien Ho had always reprimanded her over tardiness, and yet to this day it would still seem time got the better of the young saiyan. She hurried down the path she had taken from the big city, trying her best to retrace her steps to the outlying village from which she took navigational bearings. The earth crunched softly under her hastened steps, then within fifteen to some twenty minutes after hiking a hill country trail, Cassa spotted the small village over the nearest hill. The sight of the nearest chimney’s smoke elevated her spirits for continuing further, hoping she wouldn’t disappoint the champ for taking much longer than assured.
Cassa hurried in a jog around the last bend of the trail, coming to the beaten down earth that filled the main, if not one of the only, streets in the village. The sound of a smith banging away on an anvil caught the saiyan’s attention, turning her gaze in time to see the man dip part of some combat armor into a vat of water. Chatter from elsewhere as the steam rose drew her focus elsewhere. There was a crowd of folks gathered near the well, much like there had been on her way through many hours earlier near daybreak. Finding this a bit less out of the ordinary than anything else, she decided to see what all the fuss was about. ”…no, s’not that. Would’ve come back by now if so…” some elder with a rough voice would murmur as Cassa began to blend with the crowd, unintentionally eavesdropping as she eyed the well curiously. The saiyan lingered long enough to ascertain that the village well had run dry some weeks ago, yet no amount of surveying nor alternative solutions seemed lift its ailment.
Well that wasn’t good at all, and Cassa knew firsthand about how dire circumstances could become with a well out. Jingle Village wasn’t her favorite place in the world, but it had been the closest town to where the villa had been built over a century ago by the master’s family. Naturally it had been the first place Chien Ho would send the girls if ever the well at home ran dry, which was to be expected whenever a drought or harsh winter came calling. Naturally Cassa found herself peering into the depths of this village’s lifeblood, catching the reverb of the voices nearby as they echoed down into the darkness. With the angle the sun was at now, she could just barely make out the bucket in the shadows, dangling lifelessly from the rope to which it was tied. ”Oy, girl! What ye be doin?” asked the elder from before, stepping from the others as everyone’s attention fell on the girl with the tail. Cassa almost froze on the spot, looking bright eyed to each of the villagers before the rough voice that addressed her, pointing a finger to her chest out of confusion. ”Yes you! What you think yer doin’ there? Back away from that well, lassy!” The elder make a shake of the head, before trying to shoo the girl away like a stray cat.
”But I wanna help! I know wells!” she pleaded, warranting a scoff from several of the elder villagers. A few of them began to laugh, as though they had yet to hear a better joke that afternoon. The saiyan frowned a bit, not pleased at how with how they looked on her like some naïve child. Though when the rough voice had finally stifled itself, the man with the large ears and balding scalp would clear his throat, a black-toothed grin spreading from behind the grizzly beard. He would give a nod, cross his arms, then shoot a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the village’s tavern. Cassa followed the gesture curiously, then looked back to the shorter man with an arch of the brow.
”Ye best head over yonder. Talk to Meryl, she was th’one puttin’ o’a reward fer whoever fixes th’well.” Nodding out of agreement with the suggestion, Cassa took a stroll across the expanse of the village to the tavern, doing her best to stay out of the more hurried patron’s paths. The door to the establishment creaked open, as though the hinges had long given in to years of neglect, wear, and tear. The main room, as large and full as it was, was foul with the stench of man, drink, salted meats, and second-hand smoke from the chimney near a far corner. The tavern roared with laughter, some sadness, and a few cheers as a struggling musician took up their lute once more. Were it not for the few autos parked lazily near some of the barns outlying the vicinity, and the occasional phone taken from a pocket here or there, this village could almost pass for one ripped straight from a fairy tale. Cassa looked about the roughest of looking customers, hoping to find whomever this Meryl might be to get a lead on the job about the well. She was certain someone handing out a job like this probably worked here, if not ran the place entirely. Though there was no doubt the champ was going to be thoroughly upset with her tardiness, yet Cassa felt if she could complete this job, the time would have been well spent lending a helping hand. Either way the sooner that she found this Meryl, the sooner she could return to her journey back to Satan City.