Good Things Come in Small Packages (Elentiya, Harriet, Gwen)
Mar 1, 2015 17:31:50 GMT
Post by number11train on Mar 1, 2015 17:31:50 GMT
Celebrations were great for lots of things. They were fun and noisy and often hilarious, they were prime chances to glean free things (like food!) or meet interesting people (or normal people at their most interesting!), and most of the time there was a fabulous story behind them (or at least a fabulously weak excuse). Overall, Gwen loved them.
But wow, the mess they left behind.
Not that she minded. The Cobalt Cup had been a roaring occasion and the leftover litter of confetti, ribbons and trampled decorations everywhere meant she'd gotten extra hours of street-cleaning work. Which meant more wages, which meant more... anything! Her co-workers sure were in the mood to complain though. Which was kind of fun to listen to.
Drifting down one of the main streets of Miras with a garbage sack in one hand and a long stick in the other - she had to get all that stuff down from the trees somehow, though seriously, how did someone's pantyhose even end up that high? - Gwen hummed a little to herself as she poked at low branches and waited for the rubbish to fall out. What looked like a harmless brown rag though soon proved not to be, as it tipped off its perch and whacked very solidly onto Gwen's head.
She squawked. Clutching her skull for a second - ow ow ow - she squinted at the brown rag. That had made a very definite clink-clank sort of noise as it landed. Kind of like--
Oh, holy Aurea. Gwen picked up the rag, which was actually a pouch, and tugged open its drawstrings to confirm that yes, it was in fact filled with coins. Twelves silver coins and two copper ones. Yeah. Uh.
She looked up and around. "Excuse me!" she said loudly, to one random passersby and all of them, really. She pointed at the pouch with her spare hand. "What exactly do you think is in this bag?" If they didn't know, it probably didn't belong to them.
But wow, the mess they left behind.
Not that she minded. The Cobalt Cup had been a roaring occasion and the leftover litter of confetti, ribbons and trampled decorations everywhere meant she'd gotten extra hours of street-cleaning work. Which meant more wages, which meant more... anything! Her co-workers sure were in the mood to complain though. Which was kind of fun to listen to.
Drifting down one of the main streets of Miras with a garbage sack in one hand and a long stick in the other - she had to get all that stuff down from the trees somehow, though seriously, how did someone's pantyhose even end up that high? - Gwen hummed a little to herself as she poked at low branches and waited for the rubbish to fall out. What looked like a harmless brown rag though soon proved not to be, as it tipped off its perch and whacked very solidly onto Gwen's head.
She squawked. Clutching her skull for a second - ow ow ow - she squinted at the brown rag. That had made a very definite clink-clank sort of noise as it landed. Kind of like--
Oh, holy Aurea. Gwen picked up the rag, which was actually a pouch, and tugged open its drawstrings to confirm that yes, it was in fact filled with coins. Twelves silver coins and two copper ones. Yeah. Uh.
She looked up and around. "Excuse me!" she said loudly, to one random passersby and all of them, really. She pointed at the pouch with her spare hand. "What exactly do you think is in this bag?" If they didn't know, it probably didn't belong to them.