Kyngdom Survival Guide

"That's enough.

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"That's enough.

"That's enough. Now please pass the box--no, the other one. The one with the--nevermind, it might be that one."

She blew a layer of dust off the top. "Thanks. Let's see..." She slid her fingertips underneath the box's lid, wincing slightly as her hands dug into the rough wood. She had stopped wearing the wraps, but she still wasn't used to her hands being unprotected. 

The lid slid off and onto the table, sending a cloud of dust into the air. She didn't even cough, though she heard her companion doing so behind her.

Almost this entire neighborhood had been abandoned at the very rumor of Catastrophe. It was obviously just a ridiculous rumor, but it had given her a temporary shelter and a place to put her goods... Though everything had been covered in a layer of dust. 

She reached inside. Before she knew it, her fingers were instinctively curling around what was inside. A jar. A simple glass jar filled with sand. "What's in that?" 

She glared, but didn't turn around. "Nothing. Give me the other box." She muttered. "Which on--" "The one with the chipped blue paint. I need to check on the goods before we get to the market." She stated, all the while forcing herself to let go of the jar and reposition the box's lid.

"Okay...here it is."

It only took a minute for her to force the lid off of the second box and inspect the items inside. "Let's go." She said simply as she replaced the box and forced her thoughts away from the jar of sand and the feeling of glass beneath her palm. 

submitted by A jar of sand
(September 11, 2018 - 12:26 pm)

~memory~

Seri darted across the crowded path, an old bag clutched in both hands. For just a moment, someone's hands closed around her elbow, grabbing her, then she pulled herself free and continued. 

The air around the path was thick with dust and sand, clouding around her as she ran. That didn't stop her from running. If it weren't for the crowded street, she could navigate it with her eyes closed. 

She swerved suddenly, heading for the nearest tent...

submitted by A jar of sand, Short lil memories
(April 11, 2019 - 12:20 am)

~Memory~

The tent held no life, but goods...that, it held.

It held a variety of different broken-down objects--a rickety table, a broken mirror, a few different metal accents that were dented beyond recognition. Just by looking at them, she knew who had put them there and what type of person had.

The little table was probably put there by a less experienced trader who hadn't known how to present it and gave up. A coat of paint and a little scraping would make it charming and weathered, and probably get a buyer quicker. The dented accents were probably from the market stall that had been attacked the day before, and no wonder the owner couldn't use them--they were beyond repair. The broken-down electronics--well, nobody could get service out here.

She approached the mirror, noting the broken glass. It had been split into seven pieces--seven pieces for seven years of bad luck, she noted wryly. Ironic. 

She sighed, prying the shards from the glass frame one by one and sliding them into an empty pouch on her belt. She could throw them away later--

"You could cut yourself on that, you know." A small voice noted. Seri turned quickly, spotting the intruder. It was a young girl about her age, but taller and more willowy, with long brown hair and eyes that almost looked purple. "So what? I'm not afraid of that." Seri immediately bluffed, though she knew all-too-well how much sand stung a cut.

"Maybe you're not." The girl acknowledged, sticking out her hand. "I'm Kuoia." Seri took it, shaking it warily. "Seri." She mumbled. The girl let go, then smiled brightly.

"Right. Do many people come in here? I was looking for a place I could read." Kuoia asked, still smiling. Seri shook her head. "Alright then! Do you like any specific stories, or would the Nixie do?" Kuoia asked. A pause. "Wait, what?"

Kuoia laughed lightly, sliding over one of the less-damaged chairs. "Trust me. I'm a great reader, it'll be fine." "I never agreed to this--" Seri began. She grabbed Seri by the arm, pulling her down onto the chair. "You said this was a place I could read." Kuoia reminded her, as if that were logical.

"Besides, they're looking for you outside. I don't think you can leave yet." Kuoia told her, her tone more gentle now. Seri sighed. "Fiiine."

She hadn't known at the time what that moment would start. 

submitted by A jar of sand
(May 15, 2019 - 12:09 pm)

~Memory~

Seri giggled, a hand over her mouth to cover her smile as she pulled Kuoia into the tent after her. "I wasn't sure you'd be back," Kuoia admitted after their laughter subsided. "What happened last year?" 

Seri shrugged. "Minor sickness. We didn't want to spread it to any others." She admitted sheepishly. Kuoia peered out of the tent, smiling and waving to someone in the crowded market. Probably another boy--Kuoia had grown far from the little girl she'd once been, already showing signs of a beautiful woman in her teenage years. 

Kuoia ducked back into the tent, her face still lightly flushed from her smiles. "Sorry. You were saying?" She asked, before pausing to frown. "This isn't your usual hiding place, is it...?"

Seri bit her lip, looking away. "No. No it isn't." She muttered. Kuoia sighed, taking a seat on a dented metal stool. "They're looking for you again, aren't they?" Kuoia murmured. 

Seri stared at the ground. On good market days, she dragged Kuoia around, onto the marketplace's few buildings and on their flat roofs. On the other days, she hid.

"We both know the answer to that."

submitted by A jar of sand, Time jump
(July 26, 2019 - 2:33 pm)