hadriel_logs | Event Log: The Hope of a Child

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the The Hope of a Child event
Where: All over the city!
When: January 23rd-Feb 1st
Warnings: Youths

By now, the gods have probably done enough weird crap to you while you're asleep for you to be a little suspicious- but it's not like you can just not sleep, especially when there are a few supernatural forces making your eyes droopy and your body feel heavy.

And now, when you fall asleep, you'll wake up somewhere else and you'll likely have quite a different temperament- you'll be younger, maybe a little more naive and innocent, and you won't exactly remember all the wild stuff that's happened to your adult self. Maybe now you'll be a little more trusting and emotional, hm? The gods could definitely use a little boost in power, and what better way to do it than to harness the power of overemotional kiddos!

Or maybe you aren't affected at all and find yourself surrounded by youths. What are you going to do when your best friend doesn't know how to cook for themselves? Or your bitter rival is throwing a temper tantrum because they broke their favorite toy? Nobody asked for this kind of responsibility, but think about what would happen if nobody was around to take care of these babies...

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"...yeah? What the hell'd you think I was?" Aren snorts, thinking it rather weird that the kid can't tell a dwarf when he sees one.

"You ask a lot of questions, didn't anyone teach you this shit already?

...fine, whatever. A caste is what you're supposed to do with your life. You're born to it and you'll die in it, most likely. You leave for the surface or piss off the wrong people, you lose your caste. Then you're not a person and you either have to beg or steal to live."

"Just short!"

He shrugs, looking at her curiously.

"So you're what Aule's people look like! Cano's never seen anyone but Quendi before, Master Rumil says there's no one else in Aman 'cept us and the Maia and Valar, but there's other peoples in Middle-earth."

He frowns thoughtfully.

"But what if you don't like what you're supposed to do? Atto is Haryon to Grandfather, but he doesn't like doing anything other than working in the forge, so that's what he does. No one minds."

To be fair, when one is the Crown Prince, one can pretty much do what they like, not that Maglor knows that, at this age.

"And why do you have to beg or steal? Don't you have family to help look after you?"

She snorts at all that, crossing her arms. "You're saying a lot of weird words that don't mean shit to me. I dunno what Maia or Valar are, and I've never even heard of Middle-earth.

And it doesn't matter what you want to do or if you want something else. In Orzammar, you're stuck with what you're born into and that's that. If you don't like it, tough shit."

She scowls up at the apple nearest her and plucks it. Not green, so it should be okay. "Mam's always drunk, and Rica sweeping streets still doesn't make a whole lot. Family can't always help you, don't you know anything?"

He continues to look puzzled.

"The Valar and the Maia are the ones that builded the world. Everyone knows that! But Lord Aule, they say he made the dwarves especially, but they's not in Aman, so's Cano's never seen them."

He shakes his head. "Family always helps you, that's why they's family."

"No one made the dwarves, they come from the Stone. Or something. I don't know and I don't care."

Her eyes narrow in contempt and envy, all in one. "That's a big fat lie! Just because people can be related to you, doesn't mean they can't hurt you." She raises her arm to let the loose sleeve fall back, revealing a bruise the size of a grape on her arm. Take that, 'family always helps you'.

He nods. "That's what Master Rumil says, but Lord Aule is the Mountain-Maker, and he's the one who mades them in the first place. But atto says Master Rumil's only talking nonsense, coz clearly even if the first dwarves were made from the stone they have to have babies like normal people after."

He blinks. "Well 'course not, which is why amil says we shouldn't leave atto and uncle Nolo in the same room by themselves coz they yell and fight a lot and that makes everyone sad. But they's still brothers, and amil says that if anyone else hurts uncle Nolo, atto gets REALLY mad coz uncle Nolo is his brother, and he doesn't like it when other people touch his family."

When he sees the bruise he gasps. "You're hurt! Why didn't you say! We need to go find a healer!"

All that talk, and it's all nonsense to Aren's ears. She bites into her apple, not responding verbally but still rolls her eyes. At that last statement, she snorts and speaks up, still with her mouth somewhat full.

"Healers cost money, dummy. I got none. They wouldn't waste time on a brand anyway."

He shakes his head.

"Healers heal. 'Swhat they do. You're hurt. Law's learning to be a healer, we's can go see him. He'll know what to do."

Faith in an adult? She clearly can't relate. Her frown remains as she clings to a branch. "I've had way worse than a bruise. Not much you can do for 'em, they'll heal on their own.

You trust other people way too easily. It's gonna get you hurt."

"But it must hurt, right? Mebbe Law can give you something to help! Or he'll know someone who can."

He points out, and shrugs.

"Cano doesn't think so? But c'mon, let's go find help."

She narrows her eyes, then jumps down and crosses her arms after straightening. "What'll he want for it? And don't say nothing. The only people who say that are stupid or lying. Everyone wants something. Everyone."

He looks at her blankly.

"Why would he want anything? He's stuck here, just like us. And he's a healer. In training, but still."

"Because weren't you just listening?" Aren stampes her foot, frustrated that he's not getting it. "Everyone wants something! You don't get shit for free in this world unless you take it!"

"He's a healer" Cano rolls his eyes back at her. "And mebbe you just weren't asking the right way. There's always a right way to ask, atto says - with money or with kindness or ... whatever. But a healer heals. That's what they do - they don't ask, they give. That's why it's the hardest job."

She rolls her eyes right back at him. "I got no money! No one in Dust Town ever does, unless they beg for it or steal it! 'Kindness'...don't make me laugh, no one's ever got that to spare for gutter trash like me. So why should I give any when I never get any? That's stupid."

"Cano doesn't either - normally atto or amil manage the 'spenses." He shrugs.

"But Law's a healer. I told you. Healers give. They don't ask. 'S why you gotta take care of your healers, amil says. C'monnnnn."

Event Log: The Hope of a Child

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