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[April 26] [Original] Not for the Faint of Heart
Title: Not for the Faint of Heart
Day/Theme: April 26, 2010 "Trying to make a deal with the sunshine"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Saselia, Simcha, etc.
Rating: G
"Hey, back on the road! Chop, chop!" Simcha directed them a few minutes later. "These ladies want to se the shrine by tonight and knowing what I do now, so do I!" He ushered Henna and her friends back to the road and hassled Fado along after them.
"What's gotten into you now?" Saselia pried, taking the crust of her sandwich along with her. It was too good to leave unfinished.
"It's the correct night for a special monthly ceremony at the shrine," Fado explained.
"Say no more," Saselia chomped down on the crunchy brown bread. She knew her uncle well enough to see what was driving him now.
"It's not like he'll never get to have any fun ever again if he misses it," Bashir said. "Restfeast is coming up soon enough."
"I wonder if we'll be by the fields of reeds by then," Saselia mused. "Well, wherever we are, it'll be good. ...And true as that is about my uncle, I wouldn't want to be the one to tell him that." She was just like Simcha when it came to holidays, throwing herself right into the spirit of things. Bashir thought neither of them needed an actual holiday, sanctioned by either state or church, to have a ridiculously pleasant time. Being able to have fun everywhere you went was a skill. The clear summer sky matched her sunny temperament. She had a naturally optimistic nature and the surprise gift Bashir had bestowed upon her had only served to cheer her further. They were friends now, but would she hate him if she learned the truth?
"So, I was thinkin'," Simcha fell back to put Bashir and Saselia straight regarding his plan for the rest of the evening, "That things at the shrine get a little...rowdy...on nights like these, and that might offend your...delicate...sensibilities." Bashir was amsued by the careful way Simcha chose his words, picking out the appropriate descriptors like apples in a bushel basket, and setting them aside for a special use. They stood out sharply, marked as they were from the rest of his speech by awkwardly long pauses (apparently Simcha was straining his vocabulary). He usually just blurted out whatever came to mind. "And because of that, I thought maybe you and Saseka should camp a little ways off and wait for us."
Saselia snorted. "The old ladies are going!"
"They know what they're getting into." Simcha raised his expressive eyebrows and waggled them suggestively.
"Oh, by the emperors..." Saselia groaned.
"You weren't feeling so hot the other day in Gyedar, " the merchant reminded his young friend.
Bashir frowned. How could he forget? "I see your point." Saselia must've told him about it. He wasn't about to argue against Simcha's judgment regarding his strength of heart. He wasn't a drinker either.
"Just you and me!" the girl declared, "I like the sound of that!"
"Glad that's settled then," her uncle clapped his hands together and rushed back to lead their eccentric company onward toward their next destination.
"Kids gotta have a curfew, you know," Henna was overheard saying. Bashir wondered how old she thought he was, but moved on without speaking up about it.
Day/Theme: April 26, 2010 "Trying to make a deal with the sunshine"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Bashir, Saselia, Simcha, etc.
Rating: G
"Hey, back on the road! Chop, chop!" Simcha directed them a few minutes later. "These ladies want to se the shrine by tonight and knowing what I do now, so do I!" He ushered Henna and her friends back to the road and hassled Fado along after them.
"What's gotten into you now?" Saselia pried, taking the crust of her sandwich along with her. It was too good to leave unfinished.
"It's the correct night for a special monthly ceremony at the shrine," Fado explained.
"Say no more," Saselia chomped down on the crunchy brown bread. She knew her uncle well enough to see what was driving him now.
"It's not like he'll never get to have any fun ever again if he misses it," Bashir said. "Restfeast is coming up soon enough."
"I wonder if we'll be by the fields of reeds by then," Saselia mused. "Well, wherever we are, it'll be good. ...And true as that is about my uncle, I wouldn't want to be the one to tell him that." She was just like Simcha when it came to holidays, throwing herself right into the spirit of things. Bashir thought neither of them needed an actual holiday, sanctioned by either state or church, to have a ridiculously pleasant time. Being able to have fun everywhere you went was a skill. The clear summer sky matched her sunny temperament. She had a naturally optimistic nature and the surprise gift Bashir had bestowed upon her had only served to cheer her further. They were friends now, but would she hate him if she learned the truth?
"So, I was thinkin'," Simcha fell back to put Bashir and Saselia straight regarding his plan for the rest of the evening, "That things at the shrine get a little...rowdy...on nights like these, and that might offend your...delicate...sensibilities." Bashir was amsued by the careful way Simcha chose his words, picking out the appropriate descriptors like apples in a bushel basket, and setting them aside for a special use. They stood out sharply, marked as they were from the rest of his speech by awkwardly long pauses (apparently Simcha was straining his vocabulary). He usually just blurted out whatever came to mind. "And because of that, I thought maybe you and Saseka should camp a little ways off and wait for us."
Saselia snorted. "The old ladies are going!"
"They know what they're getting into." Simcha raised his expressive eyebrows and waggled them suggestively.
"Oh, by the emperors..." Saselia groaned.
"You weren't feeling so hot the other day in Gyedar, " the merchant reminded his young friend.
Bashir frowned. How could he forget? "I see your point." Saselia must've told him about it. He wasn't about to argue against Simcha's judgment regarding his strength of heart. He wasn't a drinker either.
"Just you and me!" the girl declared, "I like the sound of that!"
"Glad that's settled then," her uncle clapped his hands together and rushed back to lead their eccentric company onward toward their next destination.
"Kids gotta have a curfew, you know," Henna was overheard saying. Bashir wondered how old she thought he was, but moved on without speaking up about it.