It wouldn't of been long. After another night at the Fated Inn, she once more had decided to return here. To the little camp site, with all the tents erected - to the little camp site, with that well-used fire and nearby stream for water. It was a good area, safe... just outside the gates of Ul'dah. This was home. There's a few people that come up - particularly, the younger ones, accompanied by a single adult.Â
Beaming with smiles on their faces, there is a look of hope in their eyes as they look at the container. One of them missed a front buck tooth, likely from lack of care for their personal hygiene. Stained yellow teeth and dirt-ruffled hair did not, however, deter from the feeling of overwhelming and pure joy.
Ver simply reaches out. She places a hand softly on their head, ruffling their hair slightly. The boy quips quickly, "Did you get food again?" with an audible sound. Loud and enthusiastic. The parentage nearby gives a wry smile of concern as even she glances to the container. While she was more well-kept than her children, she was indeed still just as dirt-stained as the young woman was.Â
Smiling, Ver lowers herself down to her knees. Sitting back and letting her legs spread out, she rests the container on her lap. She makes a motion, drawing lines on top of the container so that there were even portions all around. She silently holds it up, offering it to the young boy.Â
"Make sure to evenly split it, got it!" He'd exclaim happily, taking the container. He quickly runs back to the camp, to start divvying up the food. It was a feast, after all. Best to make sure eveyone got fed as soon as possible.Â
And yet, in that moment, the mother seemed to walk a bit closer. Kneeling down, she rests a hand on Ver's shoulder. There's a moment of quiet and warmth as they watch the kids running off and playing as they prepared to split it up. Ver reaches out, taking the hand of the woman in her own, and pulling it to her lap.
There is no resistance offered. Instead, it is an accepted method - of sharing information, since sign language was not wide-spread in their camp. There was a few people who knew it - like the gentlemen from the Moogle inn, and his wife knew it now, too. That was good. But around here - Sign language was not vital. And so, Ver had this method, for those she trusted or cared for.Â
She lightly traces a finger within the palm of the woman, creating a silent dialogue.Â
"Another offer to stay the night at a room."
The woman would softly speak the words, to give an audible nature to the very words she could not speak. Soon after, she smiles, "But you refused to bring the food back, hmn?"Â
The woman looks concerned, for a moment, "Eventually, we are going to lose little Ver'svesh to the large companies. A talent with Aether will not be bound to a life of Poverty." She'd hum out.Â
Ver'svesh looked back to her, making a bit of a face. The woman glanced to her as once more fingers traced in palm, "Not leaving?" She'd make a bit of a worried face, before reaching up and ruffling at hair. "We can not leave - you are right." She'd hum out softly. "Some would be left behind if we took such offers. Some would be left alone. And many would pass away. To stick together is to live." With a standing gesture, she walked away.
Ver'svesh sat there with silence for a moment, letting the white optics gaze upon the back of the woman and the distant camp. At the least, tonight, they would go to bed with full stomaches - this was good for them, and their families.
Beaming with smiles on their faces, there is a look of hope in their eyes as they look at the container. One of them missed a front buck tooth, likely from lack of care for their personal hygiene. Stained yellow teeth and dirt-ruffled hair did not, however, deter from the feeling of overwhelming and pure joy.
Ver simply reaches out. She places a hand softly on their head, ruffling their hair slightly. The boy quips quickly, "Did you get food again?" with an audible sound. Loud and enthusiastic. The parentage nearby gives a wry smile of concern as even she glances to the container. While she was more well-kept than her children, she was indeed still just as dirt-stained as the young woman was.Â
Smiling, Ver lowers herself down to her knees. Sitting back and letting her legs spread out, she rests the container on her lap. She makes a motion, drawing lines on top of the container so that there were even portions all around. She silently holds it up, offering it to the young boy.Â
"Make sure to evenly split it, got it!" He'd exclaim happily, taking the container. He quickly runs back to the camp, to start divvying up the food. It was a feast, after all. Best to make sure eveyone got fed as soon as possible.Â
And yet, in that moment, the mother seemed to walk a bit closer. Kneeling down, she rests a hand on Ver's shoulder. There's a moment of quiet and warmth as they watch the kids running off and playing as they prepared to split it up. Ver reaches out, taking the hand of the woman in her own, and pulling it to her lap.
There is no resistance offered. Instead, it is an accepted method - of sharing information, since sign language was not wide-spread in their camp. There was a few people who knew it - like the gentlemen from the Moogle inn, and his wife knew it now, too. That was good. But around here - Sign language was not vital. And so, Ver had this method, for those she trusted or cared for.Â
She lightly traces a finger within the palm of the woman, creating a silent dialogue.Â
"Another offer to stay the night at a room."
The woman would softly speak the words, to give an audible nature to the very words she could not speak. Soon after, she smiles, "But you refused to bring the food back, hmn?"Â
The woman looks concerned, for a moment, "Eventually, we are going to lose little Ver'svesh to the large companies. A talent with Aether will not be bound to a life of Poverty." She'd hum out.Â
Ver'svesh looked back to her, making a bit of a face. The woman glanced to her as once more fingers traced in palm, "Not leaving?" She'd make a bit of a worried face, before reaching up and ruffling at hair. "We can not leave - you are right." She'd hum out softly. "Some would be left behind if we took such offers. Some would be left alone. And many would pass away. To stick together is to live." With a standing gesture, she walked away.
Ver'svesh sat there with silence for a moment, letting the white optics gaze upon the back of the woman and the distant camp. At the least, tonight, they would go to bed with full stomaches - this was good for them, and their families.
