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sixthiterationlogs2017-01-19 01:48 pm
seekingvinland) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-01-19 01:48 pm
Coming out into the snow.
WHO: Thorfinn Thorsson
WHERE: The Inn, The streets, House 22, House 4.
WHEN: January 19th
OPEN TO: OTA, except the threads for house 22 and house 4, which are only open to its occupants.
WARNINGS: descriptions of depression, and hallucinations.
STATUS: Open
House 8/The Inn
Thorfinn had not yet kicked out of the return of his old anti-social ways. Of late he would even walk past his friends with little more than a nod of his head. He didn't feel worthy of the friends he had. It had gotten to the point of late that he slept in everyday until around noon, staying up all hours of the night sitting in the living room whittling things by the firelight. He didn't want to be a bother to anyone. It was near dawn when he had let himself sleep, draped across the couch where he stayed until well into the afternoon when his nightmares brought him up screaming.
He pushed himself up and got changed into something warmer before latching his cloak on. Checking on the fire before he left he made his way out the back door towards the inn. Since the shakes days before had returned he was curious to see if everyone was okay, but he also wasn't sure if he should. He could already hear people were inside and smell the food from within. He rarely came to lunch either, but today he did. His hair hanging loose around his shoulders, still a bit staticy from sleep, with the hat Cougar had gifted for the holiday over his messy hair, pulled down, and the mjolnir necklace Vee had gifted around his neck.
He moved silently getting something to eat before moving off to a quiet corner to sit, putting his bag down beside him and he started to eat, the hat pulled down a bit more. He liked the hat more than he should likely admit.
Walking to House 22
Thorfinn rarely went to people's houses, at least not inside anyway. So, when he left the inn he knew exactly where he was going. He had not made an effort to go to the blacksmith in a few days and through he knew he should go check on what mess it might be he didn't, he just made the walk down the streets heading to house #22. The bag held on his forearm by the straps, as he had his cloak pulled closed against him, moving against the chilly breeze, the snow still crunching under his feet.
He watched the snow fall around him, looking up now and then from under the brim of the hat. One thing that always amazed him, no matter how cold it was he was always loved the sight of pure snow falling. The beauty of the flakes as they rained down. Every now and then he would stop and just watch them, at least until he started to see things moving out of the corner of his eyes, pale graying fingers coming up out of the snow.
He would move quickly as soon as he noticed it, muttering low. "Nei nei, vinsamlegast, ekki núna"
Closed to Cougar (And/or Jake and Vee)
Reaching the house, he walked up on the porch, kicking his boots against the top of the stairs to knock the snow off before he moved to knock on the door. He didn't know why he felt so odd making a visit to the home of a friend. He usually loved spending time with Cougar, and even Jake and Vee, and yet and still he felt awkward as he stood there.
He pondered turning and going but he had already knocked and that seemed even more rude.
Closed to Claire and Margaery
It was into the evening when Thorfinn was making his way home from the woods, he had gone from Cougar's house on into the woods to kill some time. Making his way back he had managed to catch two hares. He knew he should likely take both home, but as he made his way down the way he thought of Margaery and her new friend. It was close, so it was no harm.
Dropping his bag in the snow he made his way up the stairs careful not to trip. He wasn't sure if it was to late to be calling, but he was in better spirits after seeing his friends and it seemed the best time to drop off a gift. So he knocked waiting holding the fresh kill by its ears, he looked down the way to his home already lit up, clearly someone had returned.
WHERE: The Inn, The streets, House 22, House 4.
WHEN: January 19th
OPEN TO: OTA, except the threads for house 22 and house 4, which are only open to its occupants.
WARNINGS: descriptions of depression, and hallucinations.
STATUS: Open
House 8/The Inn
Thorfinn had not yet kicked out of the return of his old anti-social ways. Of late he would even walk past his friends with little more than a nod of his head. He didn't feel worthy of the friends he had. It had gotten to the point of late that he slept in everyday until around noon, staying up all hours of the night sitting in the living room whittling things by the firelight. He didn't want to be a bother to anyone. It was near dawn when he had let himself sleep, draped across the couch where he stayed until well into the afternoon when his nightmares brought him up screaming.
He pushed himself up and got changed into something warmer before latching his cloak on. Checking on the fire before he left he made his way out the back door towards the inn. Since the shakes days before had returned he was curious to see if everyone was okay, but he also wasn't sure if he should. He could already hear people were inside and smell the food from within. He rarely came to lunch either, but today he did. His hair hanging loose around his shoulders, still a bit staticy from sleep, with the hat Cougar had gifted for the holiday over his messy hair, pulled down, and the mjolnir necklace Vee had gifted around his neck.
He moved silently getting something to eat before moving off to a quiet corner to sit, putting his bag down beside him and he started to eat, the hat pulled down a bit more. He liked the hat more than he should likely admit.
Walking to House 22
Thorfinn rarely went to people's houses, at least not inside anyway. So, when he left the inn he knew exactly where he was going. He had not made an effort to go to the blacksmith in a few days and through he knew he should go check on what mess it might be he didn't, he just made the walk down the streets heading to house #22. The bag held on his forearm by the straps, as he had his cloak pulled closed against him, moving against the chilly breeze, the snow still crunching under his feet.
He watched the snow fall around him, looking up now and then from under the brim of the hat. One thing that always amazed him, no matter how cold it was he was always loved the sight of pure snow falling. The beauty of the flakes as they rained down. Every now and then he would stop and just watch them, at least until he started to see things moving out of the corner of his eyes, pale graying fingers coming up out of the snow.
He would move quickly as soon as he noticed it, muttering low. "Nei nei, vinsamlegast, ekki núna"
Closed to Cougar (And/or Jake and Vee)
Reaching the house, he walked up on the porch, kicking his boots against the top of the stairs to knock the snow off before he moved to knock on the door. He didn't know why he felt so odd making a visit to the home of a friend. He usually loved spending time with Cougar, and even Jake and Vee, and yet and still he felt awkward as he stood there.
He pondered turning and going but he had already knocked and that seemed even more rude.
Closed to Claire and Margaery
It was into the evening when Thorfinn was making his way home from the woods, he had gone from Cougar's house on into the woods to kill some time. Making his way back he had managed to catch two hares. He knew he should likely take both home, but as he made his way down the way he thought of Margaery and her new friend. It was close, so it was no harm.
Dropping his bag in the snow he made his way up the stairs careful not to trip. He wasn't sure if it was to late to be calling, but he was in better spirits after seeing his friends and it seemed the best time to drop off a gift. So he knocked waiting holding the fresh kill by its ears, he looked down the way to his home already lit up, clearly someone had returned.
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Thorfinn used to ghost around the inn more often, when he spent a lot of time around Kate, or Jess, but he came around less and less as it got colder. It had little to do with the cold and everything to do with himself and his ways. Though he knew he could likely sit with anyone it was an old habit from before he became better speaking english, he used to sit alone hoping no one would notice that he couldn't speak like the others then it had been loneliness making him push people off. Now it was something else.
His eyes shifted from under the hat when he noticed someone coming his way, only then did he pull it off and nod silently. "Please." He spoke the one word as he tossed the hat on his bag his hair was messy but that was nothing new these days. He had nothing to tie it back with and he had already given up on braiding it weeks before. "Is this tea?" He had been offered some by Benny once, before he decided that if Kate trusted him, he was trust worthy. He had been rude then... he should apologize but such time has past it seemed pointless. "How are you doing?"
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Moana smiled and took a seat in the empty chair next to him. Her ankles hooked together as she took a small sip of her tea. The warmth brought a wider smile and her eyes brightened as if they were reflecting the light of some invisible sun. She then placed the cup down and placed her hands in her lap. She really didn't know how to sit in these chairs, like this Inn, like Thorfinn and these houses; this was all unfamiliar to her and she was slowly adjusting.
"I'm as well as I can be." She really wanted the cold to stop and for the snow to melt. She's forgotten what the grass has looked like and she misses being able to stand by the water. "I've begun to help out here and I'm keeping warming. What about you? I see everyone who lives in the Inn but I haven't seen you around."
Her hair was always messy but she liked it that way. She thought about making a tie, it was one of the many things that Moana knew how to do but once again she had to wait for the ground to warm. She wanted to plan the appropriate seeds but she didn't have any, she didn't know what she'd do if she couldn't start a groove or some small garden. It was what she knew how to do but the cold made it impossible.
"How have you been?" She took another sip of her tea, her dark eyes open and earnest and watching him.
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"Have you ever had cider? It is made of apples... it is my favorite of the hot drinks." He explained softly. "I believe your answer is true of us all. As well as we can be." He answered after she had finished speaking. "Has the cloak helped you any?" he asked meaning the cloak he gave her when they met. One he had been gifted at the strange holiday. The one Kate made him was still his favorite.
He had a box of wheat seeds but he had gotten them to late to plant. He had to wait till spring.
"I am fine." He lied, he had never been the best liar, but saying he was fine was a lie he could lie well. One he had said many times over the last few months. He was far from fine, but he was a norsemen, it was not becoming to speak of his pains. "I work a lot." Which was usually the truth but the sleepiness zapped most of his energy so he had not been working nearly as much.
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"I haven't but I love apples! We had all sorts of fruits on my island." It was something else she missed. They grew so many things, things that the snow and cold killed. Moana was trying very hard to find something good in the snow but so far it wasn't working. "Do they have it here?" She asked before quickly replying about the cloak. "Yes! It's on my bed right now. I use it for an extra blanket and then when I go out. I really don't like the jacket they gave me. The cloak feels more like home. When spring comes I hope to be able to find what I need to make my dress again." There were some things, small things, that Moana really wanted. Her clothing from home was one of them.
Her head tilted to the side curiously. She didn't think he was fine if only because of his previous word choice but she didn't think he wanted to talk about it so she left it as she was. Her eyes were never able to lie and he could most likely tell that she thought something was off.
"Where do you work? I'm trying to find something here..." Something more than the random chores she did. Moana had a lot of things that she was good at because she had to understand every aspect of the village.
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"Not since the feast appeared but I am hopeful." he spoke between bites, he didn't have the best table manners but he wasn't as bad as some. "I am glad to hear it, and you should speak to Lady Sansa and Lady Margaery They both make dresses." He offered as a means to help since he knew a lot at least about what the older villagers did around the place.
He could tell that she could tell, but he was thankful that she dropped it. "I fell trees and hunt. I spend most of my time in the woods."
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"Do they? I'll make sure to ask. Where do they live?" She didn't know either of the names but then she hasn't met everyone yet. She would probably know them if she saw them.
Her smile grew. "That sounds amazing! Could I ask you to show me the woods sometime? I used to spent a lot of time in the coconut grooves. I'd like to learn about this place and see what plants grow here. Maybe I can make somethings." She was used to weaving baskets from leaves among other things. She wanted to see if she could find anything here she could use.
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"Wait till the snow melts and I wouldn't mind. It's bitter cold out in those woods and you are from a warm place.I'd rather not risk your health, but if plants are you interest you should also seek out Mark. He grows plants indoors The fields we had were his doing." An idea hit him as his eyes widened as he sat up some. "Do you know how to make a net?"
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"Okay, I will. Thank you." She flashed Thorfinn a warm grin before taking another sip of her drink. It was still warm and she felt herself falling into the heat and pleasure of the liquid.
"Mark. Okay." Moana was trying so hard to remember these names. At his question she blinked. "Yes. I do. Why? Do you not have nets here?"
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He nodded to show she said the name right. "He is very smart, knows much about plants, more than I do."
Sitting forward again he lifted the cup and he shook his head. "Not many, no. Most people were gifted them, but I could fish with a net. It is the only way I know how. And Fish would be good. Maybe I can trade for this?"
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"If you want too." Moana smiled at him. "I don't mind making you a net. I fish with a spear. I made one but I need to find a better arrowhead and shaft if I want to keep using it." Winter has made things very difficult for Moana but making the spear was another small piece of home that she clung too. She wasn't allowed to sail on the sea but she was sometimes allowed to fish and she got to go out onto the reef with them.
"I can also make traps if I can find wood flexible enough." She didn't think they'd have thin strips of wood here that she could use.
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He thought about the idea of spearing fish and nodded. "Yes, that could be useful to, I would like yo learn that." He spoke with a nod. It would be good in truth to have more skills.
"Now, that I can help with, I know wood, I can find you this. How big would you need? or how much?"
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"Oh? I can meet them. I don't want to bother you with something so trivial." It meant a lot to Moana but she'd been taught to put the villages needs before her own. She'd never put something that she wanted first. "I can teach you how to fish if you can help make sturdy spears. I usually make it the length of an oar. So..." She placed down her tea and help out her arms. "About this long?" She was only an inch or two shorter than him so their spears would be the same length.
"If you can't do that then showing me around the forest is enough. I want to learn about the plants here." Moana knew nothing when it came to thinks outside her island.
"For the traps it needs to be like rosewood or teak or if you've ever seen a palm tree?" She was trying to gesture what these plants looked like but it wasn't really helping. "Find some and we can work on it together." Even if it wasn't too flexible she could find a way to make a bottle trap.
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"I do not mind the trival, it is nice sometimes to stop and see people." He explained with a shrug. "This we can do, we can trade these skills." He already had a feeling he could be more useful. "I can do that, I may know where some branches long enough are already cut."
He waved a hand "I can do it, but I can still show you around if you want. I do not mind. However you wish."
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"I'll be excited to meet them, to meet everyone." She hadn't met everyone here but it was something she looked forward too. "I think that'd be fine. It's good to know how to fish. I would invent any reason to be able to go near the water." It wasn't something her father approved of, she wasn't allowed to go fishing on the boats but she was allowed near the coves with her spear and helping build the traps.
"I want to see what there is here. I don't think I'll be able to help as much without knowing what grows here. I wonder how the earth thaws or maybe if there are seeds." She was just thinking out loud now.