Post by Gelquie on Jun 5, 2015 17:05:07 GMT -5
An Elin and Briar story! Collab with Avery!
Winter Shadows
(Canon Story
December 1311
Wordcount: ~3.3K words)
Winter Shadows
(Canon Story
December 1311
Wordcount: ~3.3K words)
The snow crunched beneath Elin’s rugged boots as she carried a bag towards a small shack on the fringes of Medieville. In spite of the hard times, she and her aunt had had a good week of butchering, enough that they still had some leftovers for themselves. They could have eaten more, which would have done their health some favors in the process. But Elin didn’t mind going slightly hungry, not considering the hunger the she’d felt before. There were other places that the extras could go. Places that needed it more than she and her aunt did, places that were closer than her childhood home in Kine.
Elin pulled her light cloak closer to herself as the wind picked up, quickening her pace until she found herself at the doorway of the shack. Without hesitation, she knocked on the door with her free fist.
“It’s me!” she called through the door. “I’ve got something for you, let me in!”
“Lock’s still broken-- let yourself in!” a high, feminine voice returned. “I’d open it for you but--” A string of swears as something loudly clattered to the floor inside.
Elin didn’t hesitate to open the door for herself, quickly shutting the door behind her so as to block out the wind. She quickly located the speaker inside, fumbling over a fallen pot of water and hurried over, setting down the bag before kneeling to help the girl, taking one end of the pot before any more water could spill, ignoring the uncomfortable chill in her hands as she did so. “Here, I’ll help you carry it, Briar. I guess you’re making dinner?”
“Have no dinner to make,” Briar returned, taking a moment to force a deep breath before she helped Elin heft up the pot and set it over the warm hearth. “I just wanted to boil water. I thought if they drank some hot water, maybe they’d stop shivering for a while.”
The ‘they’ in question seemed to be the two tiny blonde girls asleep and huddled-- and indeed shivering-- to the left of the hearth, both of them sharing a single threadbare quilt. The blanket wasn’t wholly large enough for even one of them, let alone the two, and their bare toes peeked out from beneath it, deathly white against the chilly air that seeped through the flimsy walls-- and roof-- of the house.
“They’re sick,” Briar said, as she watched Elin’s eye fall to the children. “They’ve been sick for days. Daria’s improving a bit, at least, but Ciara…” She shook her head before adding quickly, “They’re not catching anymore-- or at least, I don’t think they are.”
Elin couldn’t help but cringe slightly at the sight of the children huddling together, clearly wearied by whatever had afflicted them. “Oh ‘Woo, Briar. It… It does sound like they could use it. ...And if you want something more filling than water...”
She turned and walked back to grab the bag, hefting it as she moved back to Briar and set it before the hearth. “Clare and I had a few extra bones after today. There’s enough to make broth out of them. I thought maybe it’d help you.” She frowned as she looked back over to the girls, a worried look in her eyes. “Guess I was right.”
“Are you… are you sure?” Briar asked, her brow knit with apprehension as she opened the maw of the bag and peered inside. “Woo, Elin-- that’s…” She closed it again. “I can’t. There’s no way I can pay you back for this, I’m sorry.”
“Who said anything about paying?” Elin replied. “They’re yours now. Auntie and I have enough. I’ve survived off of less than what we have.” Her eyes wandered back to Daria and Ciara. “Besides, you need it more than I do. Especially with them like this…” The worry had entered her voice, and she subconsciously rubbed her arm.
“Are you sure?” Briar said again, but she’d already dug back into the bag and started running her fingers over the bones, a lump welling in her throat as she did. “I-- thank you, El. I’ll have to thank your aunt personally, I… this will really help us. Especially since, well…”
“I know,” Elin said, giving another look to the Kiddes. “I don’t want to see any of you suffering either. Or anything worse happening to your sisters.”
“At least you care,” she murmured, slowly dropping the bones into the pot of water, after which she held the bag back out toward Elin. “Kelcey certainly doesn’t.”
Elin took the empty bag back and flung it over her shoulder. “He’s… distractible,” she said. “But I think he cares at least a little. He helps bring some money, at least.”
“In theory, yes,” Briar replied, outwardly flinching as Daria let out a miserable moan in her sleep. “But El…” She sighed. “Do you know where he’s at right now? As Laurie’s slaving at the Keep, and I’m tending to our baby sisters?”
Elin frowned in thought. “...No, I… I haven’t seen him today.” She sighed. “I want him to do more, I really do. But I can’t believe that he wouldn’t care. Maybe it’s something we need to talk to him about. Together.”
“Well, good luck talking to him, El: he’s in the city jail,” Briar said. “Third time since October.” She bit down on her lip. “He’s been there since… two nights ago, I think? They won’t release him until I pay a fine. They want ten runestones, El. Ten. That was-- that was, well, first it was the money I was going to use to get Daria and Ciara a Woomas gift. And then once they got sick, it was the money I was going to use at the apothecary to get them some kind of medicine.” She leaned over the still-cold pot. “Now, it’s just the money I have to pay if I don’t want Kelcey flogged-- or worse. The city guard was very pointed about the worse thing, this time. They’ve set a deadline of tomorrow for payment.”
Elin winced, taking in a sharp gasp of breath. “Ten? Ten runestones?! That’s… I don’t…” She gritted her teeth and turned away, putting a hand to her forehead. It was a moment before she spoke again. “How could...? What did he do to deserve that?”
“Apparently, he tried flirting with a pretty young woman.” She glowered. “Which would have been fine had that woman not been the ‘Pit-blasted wife of a visiting nobleman. The city guard seemed very eager to show the furious lord and his wife that they take such matters very seriously in the capital.”
A tense silence followed. “...So they fined you ten runestones, put him in jail, and threatened worse… For flirting with someone who just happened to be noble?”
She scowled. “They’re acting like he murdered someone. Don’t they have better things to do than fine people who are already poor? Maybe they wouldn’t miss ten runestones, but… I don’t get how. That’s a lot.”
“I think all they cared about was making a point.” Briar looked back toward her slumbering sisters. “Doesn’t impact some visiting nobleman if the criminal’s nine-year-old siblings are starving to death on a dirt floor, does it? I mean, I pleaded with the guard. Asked them if there wasn’t something else I could do, or Kelcey could do, or that they’d want… but they refused.” Darkly, she added, “Maybe it would have been better if he had killed somebody. At least then they’d have just hanged him. Wouldn’t have shaken his family down for ten runestones on top of it.”
Elin shut her eyes and turned away. “Don’t say that,” she muttered, but half-heartedly. As horrible as the prospect of Kelcey dying was to her… She couldn’t deny Briar’s point. “Someone shouldn’t have to die for them to not bleed your family dry. There ways to make a point without risking a family’s life for it.”
Elin’s voice had gone quiet, if with a bitter edge. “...But then they’re likely too self-absorbed to try to think of one… or to care.”
“They don’t care,” Briar agreed. “About any of us. We starve so they can feel good about protecting their women’s honor. We--”
Briar’s voice fell away as, on the floor, Daria abruptly roused from slumber with a bone-wracking coughing spasm. “Bry,” she gasped in between spasms, sitting up to clutch at her heavy chest. “I-- I--”
“Shh.” Briar swept over to her sister’s side, crouching beside the tiny girl to rub gently at the small of her back. “You’re okay.”
“Hurts,” Daria wheezed, tears pooling in her pale blue eyes. Her chest spasmed again, and she pressed a pale cheek pressed against the tattered sleeve of her sister’s dress.
“I know, honey,” Briar whispered, before glancing back toward Elin. “Water, El,” she said. “The cups-- you know where the cups are, could you scoop her some water from the pot? It shouldn’t be too hot yet, it--” She winced as Daria let out a strangled squawk, the young girl desperately trying to take in jagged sips of air.
Elin didn’t hesitate, moving to grab a cup before Briar had even finished her sentence. She quickly returned, scooping a cup of water from the pot before kneeling down in front of Daria, holding the cup for her and helping her drink. “Take your time,” Elin told Daria gently as she drank, looking at her sympathetically but intently, as if on the watch for anything that might go wrong. “Easy. Not too much at once…”
Daria’s first sip of water led to the girl sputtering it right back up, but on second attempt she managed a swallow, as the coughing fit slowly eased. Fortunately-- or perhaps unnervingly-- the great racket hadn’t awakened Ciara, as the older of the two girls continued to shudder from deep within the throes of a fever dream mere inches over.
“You okay now, honey?” Briar murmured to Daria, moving to wipe the tears from her sister’s eyes.
“I’m just like Mama was,” Daria simply said in turn, taking another measured sip of the water. “Before she--”
“No.” Briar’s voice was a blade. “Don’t say that, sweetheart. Please, don’t say that.”
“Y-you’ll make it,” Elin added, her voice wavering as if she’d been physically hurt by the idea. “You and Ciara both. Y-you’re drinking water alright. Just hang in there. We’ll get you through this. ...Here.”
Elin briefly handed the water for Briar to hold. She then took off her coat and laid it over the bottom portion of the blanket, covering Daria and Ciara’s feet. She resisted a shiver at the cold. “Maybe that’ll help, for a little bit. B-but you have to hold out, okay?”
She tried to smile, but it came out forced, a worried look not leaving her face.
Daria merely drained the last of the water before pursing her lips. “I can’t get warm,” she said. “No matter what I do, I can’t get warm. There’s too many holes in the wall. The snow gets in.”
“Shh, sweetheart.” Briar continued to rub at the small of her sister’s back. “Don’t think about the snow.” She glanced to the pot on the hearth. “And Elin’s brought us bones. I’m going to make you and Ara broth. Won’t that be nice?”
“I want Laurie,” Daria said miserably.
Briar sighed. “I know. But Laurie’s tied up at the Keep, honey.”
“I bet it’s warm in the Keep.” A fresh set of tears pricking in her eyes, the girl laid back down.
Elin gently smoothed Daria’s hair. “I know. ...Although…” She turned to Briar. “I wonder if Laurie could pull a few strings to let them stay there a while. If she could…”
She trailed off before she could finish. It seemed like a reasonable request to her, but then she remembered how all the previous ones were met. Ones that could save them… Although her face was still lined with worry, her eyes narrowed at the thought before she shook it away, looking around at the shack walls; a poor defense against the bitter cold.
She withdrew her hand and whispered to Briar. “Maybe I can ask my aunt if they can stay with us for a while. Until they get better. We’ve got stronger walls. It’ll be warmer.”
“I don’t want to burden you. Or her,” Briar said initially, but then, as Daria coughed again, she hesitantly amended, “I mean… if it’s okay with her, maybe it would be a good idea. Just until they’re not quite so sick. And I… I could help out with any errands she needs, or… anything like that. To make up for it.” She sighed. “Woo, what would Mum and Dad say if they could see us now? Kelc in jail, Laurie away most of the time, the little ones withering away…” Sourly, she finished, “But at least that nice nobleman feels good about himself tonight, right? That he sure showed up the stupid peasant boy who dared say a flirty word to his wife.”
Elin let out a rough sigh. “I’m sure he does, if he thinks his marriage is in so much danger that a flirty word from a peasant boy would ruin it. Maybe he doesn’t have much else to feel good about.” She scowled. “It’s not right… We shouldn’t have to suffer when they’re in a bad mood. Not when we have so much to worry about already, not when we’ve already lost so much…”
She shut her eyes. “A-anyway, it wouldn’t be a burden. It’d be worse if…” She shook her head. She wasn’t going to say it. “I still have to ask Auntie. But I think it’ll be okay. We’ll make room.”
“Thank you, El.” Briar stood again, sweeping the dust off her skirts as she paced back over to the still-heating pot. “I… do you think you could stay with them for a bit? While I go down to the city jail and bail out my ‘Pit blasted fool of a brother? Normally I wouldn’t hesitate to leave them a lot for a bit, but...”
Elin nodded. “Sure I can. I’ll watch them. While you pay…” She let out a sigh. “If only there was a way to get them to reduce the bail… But they probably won’t. Or they’d increase it just for asking. ...’Woo, I’d want to throttle them if it wouldn’t get me fined either.”
“Daniel thinks it’s wrong, too, you know,” Briar said, warming her hands over the fire as if to heat them thoroughly before she dared go outside to brave the cold. “He swung ‘round this morning after he heard of Kelc’s latest brush with the law, just to see if I was doing okay. Woo, he was mad when he saw the girls. I had to convince him not to march down and swear out the city guard. I didn’t think his ma would appreciate if he ended up with a fine on his shoulders, too.”
In spite of the situation, a small smile crooked on the sides of Elin’s mouth. “Can’t say I’d blame him. I was wondering if he…” She shook her head. “I wonder how many more people feel the same way. I’ve never said much against the nobles; complaining would probably get me fined too--or worse--if the wrong person heard. But… It feels like this happens too often. There’d have to be more people who think the same about this.”
“I’m sure there are,” Briar agreed, moving toward the door. “But everyone’s probably too scared to bring it up with anybody else. After all, if the wrong person heard…” She sighed grimly. “Well, that’s how you end up hanging, El.”
Elin frowned, sighing bitterly. “I know. But since it keeps happening…” She paused for a moment, suddenly in thought. “...Wait, Bry.” She turned her head towards the small, blonde girl. “What if… What if we talked to more people about this? People that we’re sure won’t turn us in? Like… Daniel, or Miss Bernat? At the very least so we could talk about it like this, help each other, or… Maybe even give ideas on how to make it better. So it’s not just us.”
“We’d have to be careful, Elin.” Briar frowned. “We wouldn’t want people interpreting what we say the wrong way. There’s too much at stake for that.” Her eyes fell back on her shivering sisters.
Elin nodded. “I know. But if we’re careful about what we say at first, and are careful about who’s listening and where we could talk… It’d be nice to have more people together on this, to talk or… or in case something happens and we can’t help each other out.”
“I’ll think about it,” Briar said, moving to open the door. “And… thanks again, Elin. For the bones, and watching the girls, and just… everything.”
Elin gave Briar a small smile. “It’s the least I can do. ...I hope Kelcey--or anyone--doesn’t give you too much trouble on the way back.”
“If he does, I’ll flog himself myself,” Briar grumbled. Grimacing as a gale of frigid air swirled through the open doorway, the girl added, “I shouldn’t be too long, hopefully.” And to Daria: “Try to get back to sleep, sweetie, okay? Elin will be here if you need anything.”
And with that, she stepped out into the cold afternoon, shutting the door behind her. Elin shivered as she watched her go, and huddled closer to the hearth, moving her hand to brush the hair out of the sleeping Ciara’s eyes. Within moments of Briar’s departure, Daria dozed off again, but Elin could still feel the girls’ shivering and the chill seeping through them. She immediately moved her hand to warm it next to the fire again.
I really hope Aunt Clare agrees to house them, she thought to herself. Not that she thought that she wouldn’t; when she first arrived, Clare was immediately generous and attentive of her. The Kiddes may not have been flesh and blood like Elin was to Clare, but they were friends, and Elin doubted she’d refuse them in their time of need.
...Which is more than the nobles will ever do for us, even though they have so much more… She sighed before shifting to make herself more comfortable on the cold, dirt floor as she thought. What she suggested to Briar could indeed be dangerous. The Keep might indeed be so paranoid that they’d be hanged for even talking about their dissent. Which was why they had to be careful. But Elin couldn’t in good conscience keep completely quiet; not to people who agreed and were willing to help do… something. Anything. She had to wait to find out what Briar would decide, but Elin hoped that she would agree and that they’d find more people to help each other out.
And then maybe, just maybe, something good would come out of this.
Elin pulled her light cloak closer to herself as the wind picked up, quickening her pace until she found herself at the doorway of the shack. Without hesitation, she knocked on the door with her free fist.
“It’s me!” she called through the door. “I’ve got something for you, let me in!”
“Lock’s still broken-- let yourself in!” a high, feminine voice returned. “I’d open it for you but--” A string of swears as something loudly clattered to the floor inside.
Elin didn’t hesitate to open the door for herself, quickly shutting the door behind her so as to block out the wind. She quickly located the speaker inside, fumbling over a fallen pot of water and hurried over, setting down the bag before kneeling to help the girl, taking one end of the pot before any more water could spill, ignoring the uncomfortable chill in her hands as she did so. “Here, I’ll help you carry it, Briar. I guess you’re making dinner?”
“Have no dinner to make,” Briar returned, taking a moment to force a deep breath before she helped Elin heft up the pot and set it over the warm hearth. “I just wanted to boil water. I thought if they drank some hot water, maybe they’d stop shivering for a while.”
The ‘they’ in question seemed to be the two tiny blonde girls asleep and huddled-- and indeed shivering-- to the left of the hearth, both of them sharing a single threadbare quilt. The blanket wasn’t wholly large enough for even one of them, let alone the two, and their bare toes peeked out from beneath it, deathly white against the chilly air that seeped through the flimsy walls-- and roof-- of the house.
“They’re sick,” Briar said, as she watched Elin’s eye fall to the children. “They’ve been sick for days. Daria’s improving a bit, at least, but Ciara…” She shook her head before adding quickly, “They’re not catching anymore-- or at least, I don’t think they are.”
Elin couldn’t help but cringe slightly at the sight of the children huddling together, clearly wearied by whatever had afflicted them. “Oh ‘Woo, Briar. It… It does sound like they could use it. ...And if you want something more filling than water...”
She turned and walked back to grab the bag, hefting it as she moved back to Briar and set it before the hearth. “Clare and I had a few extra bones after today. There’s enough to make broth out of them. I thought maybe it’d help you.” She frowned as she looked back over to the girls, a worried look in her eyes. “Guess I was right.”
“Are you… are you sure?” Briar asked, her brow knit with apprehension as she opened the maw of the bag and peered inside. “Woo, Elin-- that’s…” She closed it again. “I can’t. There’s no way I can pay you back for this, I’m sorry.”
“Who said anything about paying?” Elin replied. “They’re yours now. Auntie and I have enough. I’ve survived off of less than what we have.” Her eyes wandered back to Daria and Ciara. “Besides, you need it more than I do. Especially with them like this…” The worry had entered her voice, and she subconsciously rubbed her arm.
“Are you sure?” Briar said again, but she’d already dug back into the bag and started running her fingers over the bones, a lump welling in her throat as she did. “I-- thank you, El. I’ll have to thank your aunt personally, I… this will really help us. Especially since, well…”
“I know,” Elin said, giving another look to the Kiddes. “I don’t want to see any of you suffering either. Or anything worse happening to your sisters.”
“At least you care,” she murmured, slowly dropping the bones into the pot of water, after which she held the bag back out toward Elin. “Kelcey certainly doesn’t.”
Elin took the empty bag back and flung it over her shoulder. “He’s… distractible,” she said. “But I think he cares at least a little. He helps bring some money, at least.”
“In theory, yes,” Briar replied, outwardly flinching as Daria let out a miserable moan in her sleep. “But El…” She sighed. “Do you know where he’s at right now? As Laurie’s slaving at the Keep, and I’m tending to our baby sisters?”
Elin frowned in thought. “...No, I… I haven’t seen him today.” She sighed. “I want him to do more, I really do. But I can’t believe that he wouldn’t care. Maybe it’s something we need to talk to him about. Together.”
“Well, good luck talking to him, El: he’s in the city jail,” Briar said. “Third time since October.” She bit down on her lip. “He’s been there since… two nights ago, I think? They won’t release him until I pay a fine. They want ten runestones, El. Ten. That was-- that was, well, first it was the money I was going to use to get Daria and Ciara a Woomas gift. And then once they got sick, it was the money I was going to use at the apothecary to get them some kind of medicine.” She leaned over the still-cold pot. “Now, it’s just the money I have to pay if I don’t want Kelcey flogged-- or worse. The city guard was very pointed about the worse thing, this time. They’ve set a deadline of tomorrow for payment.”
Elin winced, taking in a sharp gasp of breath. “Ten? Ten runestones?! That’s… I don’t…” She gritted her teeth and turned away, putting a hand to her forehead. It was a moment before she spoke again. “How could...? What did he do to deserve that?”
“Apparently, he tried flirting with a pretty young woman.” She glowered. “Which would have been fine had that woman not been the ‘Pit-blasted wife of a visiting nobleman. The city guard seemed very eager to show the furious lord and his wife that they take such matters very seriously in the capital.”
A tense silence followed. “...So they fined you ten runestones, put him in jail, and threatened worse… For flirting with someone who just happened to be noble?”
She scowled. “They’re acting like he murdered someone. Don’t they have better things to do than fine people who are already poor? Maybe they wouldn’t miss ten runestones, but… I don’t get how. That’s a lot.”
“I think all they cared about was making a point.” Briar looked back toward her slumbering sisters. “Doesn’t impact some visiting nobleman if the criminal’s nine-year-old siblings are starving to death on a dirt floor, does it? I mean, I pleaded with the guard. Asked them if there wasn’t something else I could do, or Kelcey could do, or that they’d want… but they refused.” Darkly, she added, “Maybe it would have been better if he had killed somebody. At least then they’d have just hanged him. Wouldn’t have shaken his family down for ten runestones on top of it.”
Elin shut her eyes and turned away. “Don’t say that,” she muttered, but half-heartedly. As horrible as the prospect of Kelcey dying was to her… She couldn’t deny Briar’s point. “Someone shouldn’t have to die for them to not bleed your family dry. There ways to make a point without risking a family’s life for it.”
Elin’s voice had gone quiet, if with a bitter edge. “...But then they’re likely too self-absorbed to try to think of one… or to care.”
“They don’t care,” Briar agreed. “About any of us. We starve so they can feel good about protecting their women’s honor. We--”
Briar’s voice fell away as, on the floor, Daria abruptly roused from slumber with a bone-wracking coughing spasm. “Bry,” she gasped in between spasms, sitting up to clutch at her heavy chest. “I-- I--”
“Shh.” Briar swept over to her sister’s side, crouching beside the tiny girl to rub gently at the small of her back. “You’re okay.”
“Hurts,” Daria wheezed, tears pooling in her pale blue eyes. Her chest spasmed again, and she pressed a pale cheek pressed against the tattered sleeve of her sister’s dress.
“I know, honey,” Briar whispered, before glancing back toward Elin. “Water, El,” she said. “The cups-- you know where the cups are, could you scoop her some water from the pot? It shouldn’t be too hot yet, it--” She winced as Daria let out a strangled squawk, the young girl desperately trying to take in jagged sips of air.
Elin didn’t hesitate, moving to grab a cup before Briar had even finished her sentence. She quickly returned, scooping a cup of water from the pot before kneeling down in front of Daria, holding the cup for her and helping her drink. “Take your time,” Elin told Daria gently as she drank, looking at her sympathetically but intently, as if on the watch for anything that might go wrong. “Easy. Not too much at once…”
Daria’s first sip of water led to the girl sputtering it right back up, but on second attempt she managed a swallow, as the coughing fit slowly eased. Fortunately-- or perhaps unnervingly-- the great racket hadn’t awakened Ciara, as the older of the two girls continued to shudder from deep within the throes of a fever dream mere inches over.
“You okay now, honey?” Briar murmured to Daria, moving to wipe the tears from her sister’s eyes.
“I’m just like Mama was,” Daria simply said in turn, taking another measured sip of the water. “Before she--”
“No.” Briar’s voice was a blade. “Don’t say that, sweetheart. Please, don’t say that.”
“Y-you’ll make it,” Elin added, her voice wavering as if she’d been physically hurt by the idea. “You and Ciara both. Y-you’re drinking water alright. Just hang in there. We’ll get you through this. ...Here.”
Elin briefly handed the water for Briar to hold. She then took off her coat and laid it over the bottom portion of the blanket, covering Daria and Ciara’s feet. She resisted a shiver at the cold. “Maybe that’ll help, for a little bit. B-but you have to hold out, okay?”
She tried to smile, but it came out forced, a worried look not leaving her face.
Daria merely drained the last of the water before pursing her lips. “I can’t get warm,” she said. “No matter what I do, I can’t get warm. There’s too many holes in the wall. The snow gets in.”
“Shh, sweetheart.” Briar continued to rub at the small of her sister’s back. “Don’t think about the snow.” She glanced to the pot on the hearth. “And Elin’s brought us bones. I’m going to make you and Ara broth. Won’t that be nice?”
“I want Laurie,” Daria said miserably.
Briar sighed. “I know. But Laurie’s tied up at the Keep, honey.”
“I bet it’s warm in the Keep.” A fresh set of tears pricking in her eyes, the girl laid back down.
Elin gently smoothed Daria’s hair. “I know. ...Although…” She turned to Briar. “I wonder if Laurie could pull a few strings to let them stay there a while. If she could…”
She trailed off before she could finish. It seemed like a reasonable request to her, but then she remembered how all the previous ones were met. Ones that could save them… Although her face was still lined with worry, her eyes narrowed at the thought before she shook it away, looking around at the shack walls; a poor defense against the bitter cold.
She withdrew her hand and whispered to Briar. “Maybe I can ask my aunt if they can stay with us for a while. Until they get better. We’ve got stronger walls. It’ll be warmer.”
“I don’t want to burden you. Or her,” Briar said initially, but then, as Daria coughed again, she hesitantly amended, “I mean… if it’s okay with her, maybe it would be a good idea. Just until they’re not quite so sick. And I… I could help out with any errands she needs, or… anything like that. To make up for it.” She sighed. “Woo, what would Mum and Dad say if they could see us now? Kelc in jail, Laurie away most of the time, the little ones withering away…” Sourly, she finished, “But at least that nice nobleman feels good about himself tonight, right? That he sure showed up the stupid peasant boy who dared say a flirty word to his wife.”
Elin let out a rough sigh. “I’m sure he does, if he thinks his marriage is in so much danger that a flirty word from a peasant boy would ruin it. Maybe he doesn’t have much else to feel good about.” She scowled. “It’s not right… We shouldn’t have to suffer when they’re in a bad mood. Not when we have so much to worry about already, not when we’ve already lost so much…”
She shut her eyes. “A-anyway, it wouldn’t be a burden. It’d be worse if…” She shook her head. She wasn’t going to say it. “I still have to ask Auntie. But I think it’ll be okay. We’ll make room.”
“Thank you, El.” Briar stood again, sweeping the dust off her skirts as she paced back over to the still-heating pot. “I… do you think you could stay with them for a bit? While I go down to the city jail and bail out my ‘Pit blasted fool of a brother? Normally I wouldn’t hesitate to leave them a lot for a bit, but...”
Elin nodded. “Sure I can. I’ll watch them. While you pay…” She let out a sigh. “If only there was a way to get them to reduce the bail… But they probably won’t. Or they’d increase it just for asking. ...’Woo, I’d want to throttle them if it wouldn’t get me fined either.”
“Daniel thinks it’s wrong, too, you know,” Briar said, warming her hands over the fire as if to heat them thoroughly before she dared go outside to brave the cold. “He swung ‘round this morning after he heard of Kelc’s latest brush with the law, just to see if I was doing okay. Woo, he was mad when he saw the girls. I had to convince him not to march down and swear out the city guard. I didn’t think his ma would appreciate if he ended up with a fine on his shoulders, too.”
In spite of the situation, a small smile crooked on the sides of Elin’s mouth. “Can’t say I’d blame him. I was wondering if he…” She shook her head. “I wonder how many more people feel the same way. I’ve never said much against the nobles; complaining would probably get me fined too--or worse--if the wrong person heard. But… It feels like this happens too often. There’d have to be more people who think the same about this.”
“I’m sure there are,” Briar agreed, moving toward the door. “But everyone’s probably too scared to bring it up with anybody else. After all, if the wrong person heard…” She sighed grimly. “Well, that’s how you end up hanging, El.”
Elin frowned, sighing bitterly. “I know. But since it keeps happening…” She paused for a moment, suddenly in thought. “...Wait, Bry.” She turned her head towards the small, blonde girl. “What if… What if we talked to more people about this? People that we’re sure won’t turn us in? Like… Daniel, or Miss Bernat? At the very least so we could talk about it like this, help each other, or… Maybe even give ideas on how to make it better. So it’s not just us.”
“We’d have to be careful, Elin.” Briar frowned. “We wouldn’t want people interpreting what we say the wrong way. There’s too much at stake for that.” Her eyes fell back on her shivering sisters.
Elin nodded. “I know. But if we’re careful about what we say at first, and are careful about who’s listening and where we could talk… It’d be nice to have more people together on this, to talk or… or in case something happens and we can’t help each other out.”
“I’ll think about it,” Briar said, moving to open the door. “And… thanks again, Elin. For the bones, and watching the girls, and just… everything.”
Elin gave Briar a small smile. “It’s the least I can do. ...I hope Kelcey--or anyone--doesn’t give you too much trouble on the way back.”
“If he does, I’ll flog himself myself,” Briar grumbled. Grimacing as a gale of frigid air swirled through the open doorway, the girl added, “I shouldn’t be too long, hopefully.” And to Daria: “Try to get back to sleep, sweetie, okay? Elin will be here if you need anything.”
And with that, she stepped out into the cold afternoon, shutting the door behind her. Elin shivered as she watched her go, and huddled closer to the hearth, moving her hand to brush the hair out of the sleeping Ciara’s eyes. Within moments of Briar’s departure, Daria dozed off again, but Elin could still feel the girls’ shivering and the chill seeping through them. She immediately moved her hand to warm it next to the fire again.
I really hope Aunt Clare agrees to house them, she thought to herself. Not that she thought that she wouldn’t; when she first arrived, Clare was immediately generous and attentive of her. The Kiddes may not have been flesh and blood like Elin was to Clare, but they were friends, and Elin doubted she’d refuse them in their time of need.
...Which is more than the nobles will ever do for us, even though they have so much more… She sighed before shifting to make herself more comfortable on the cold, dirt floor as she thought. What she suggested to Briar could indeed be dangerous. The Keep might indeed be so paranoid that they’d be hanged for even talking about their dissent. Which was why they had to be careful. But Elin couldn’t in good conscience keep completely quiet; not to people who agreed and were willing to help do… something. Anything. She had to wait to find out what Briar would decide, but Elin hoped that she would agree and that they’d find more people to help each other out.
And then maybe, just maybe, something good would come out of this.