Home is an Empty Word

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Hae-Won Wuxian

    Summer-sky to Purple Dusk
  • Healer
  • Played By: Graveside

    Healer
    Dhemlan Terreille
    3 Posts    166 marks
Home is an Empty Word
« on: September 18, 2020, 01:35:00 AM »
He was late. In normal times, one of her students being late to a lesson wouldn't have overly concerned her. Children would be children after all. Now, after the recent mayhem and all the death, Hae-Won couldn't help but fear the worst. The earthquakes and deaths had drawn her home; back to this too-big, empty, skeleton of a home. These were people she had known since she was a child, and she couldn't stay a coward when she knew this respectable little Blood town would need her. Her home had been cared for in her absence, basic maintenance done on it to keep it in functional order for her eventual return. The furnishings were all still there, some notable bedrooms cleared out and converted into sick rooms for when she had patients to treat. She'd moved herself into the main bedroom as well, as was only proper for the head of the family.
     "'Not that it's much of a family anymore," Hae-Won commented to herself. A single person did not a family make. The woman grumbled and looked down at the clay she had been working between her hands. The shell-like coil to the clay from her kneading had long worked out all the air bubbles. The other four skull-sized mounds of clay were similarly shaped. She hadn't even realized she'd worked all of them already. Her hands felt disconnected as they loaded up the piles of clay onto a round of wood and she walked to her throwing station. Her eyes kept straying to the back door where Jun should be bursting through any second. He was only thirteen, still so young into his long life and already so touched with pain and hardship. His father had died in the last earthquake and Jun has shown up outside her door not long after she returned, watching with wide eyes as she set about making funeral urns. She'd invited him in to watch her work and he'd just started showing up a few times a week after that.

Hae-Won set up the clay on her station, throwing it on the the spinning table and kicking a bottom wheel with her foot to get it going. She used Craft to maintain the speed when she got it going fast enough and set to work with her hands. This urn was for her neighbors who'd watched her family home while she travelled. Their daughter had died in the earthquakes and they wanted something to place on their family shrine that represented her well. Hae-Won blamed her mother for the local trend. It didn't extend far from their village, but most households used urns and pottery to represent or even hold their loved ones ashes. At least it kept Hae-Won busy.

Hours passed in silence broken only by the wet sound of Hae-Won pushing the clay into shape. It turned from a formless lump to a small cylinder before being opened on the inside and rounded into an elegantly round pot with a small opening that she quickly crafted a simple but equally elegant lid for. Hae-Won cut both from her throwing wheel and set it aside while she stopped the wheel with her foot and threw a second mound of clay down. It turned into a similarly shaped urn with a slightly more elegant lid.
It's not right.
She kept throwing. This one was tall and thin, a flared top, the lid fit snuggly but a lip hung over the edge, giving it a more interesting shape. No! She threw that one against the floor in a sudden fit of anger. The white-gray vase collapsed in sadly as she threw a third mound of clay onto her wheel and forced it to center for her. This one was more of an oval shape, rounded more at the top than bottom. The shape fit. Four lids had to be thrown to the side and she had to start peeling off pieces from her final mound before she found something that worked with the shape of the urn. it rounded out the top of the urn in a natural curve, slotting in almost seamlessly to create a unified whole. This would would be worth showing to her neighbors, so see how they would like it to be painted and glazed. She set all the urns, excluding the one she'd smashed onto the floor, into a backroom of her workshop to dry and leaned against the door, letting loose a long sigh. Her heart felt sick with worry for her absent young student, and the silence of the home connected to her workshop weighed on Hae-Won, settling itself about her neck and shoulders like a too familiar and unwanted embrace.

Hae-Won gave a small snarly sigh and stepped outside, uncaring that she was dressed in a dark grey clay-smeared fitted sleeveless top and loose black pants that settled themselves about her like skirts when she stood still. She sat herself on the middle of the three steps leading up to her workshop from the road and used Craft to summon a bottle of spiced whiskey into her hand along with a small glass. She filled the cup to three fingers and threw back half of it immediately, relishing the distraction of the burn down her throat, and wishing that maybe this time it would successfully drive the nightmares away before they could start to come. She tried to find Jun's house six homes down and across the road, but it was out of sight. She could hear the distant sound of children laugh, though. It let her hope that maybe he'd just decided to play and wasn't being prepared for cremation or burial.

"Don't you dare take more children, you horrible bastard," Hae-Won whispered out to the Darkness, rubbing a thumb over the Summer-Sky Jewel on her finger.

Min Sung

    Summer-sky to Green
  • Healer
  • Played By: Jenn

    Little Kaeleer Terreille
    8 Posts    72 marks
Re: Home is an Empty Word
« Reply #1 on: September 19, 2020, 01:35:21 PM »
She sighed as she woke from her nap, moving out of the bed she shared with Julian, leaving the sleeping man as quietly as she could. They had entered a different era of their relationship. New and vibrant, something she never would have thought of had she been asked at the beginning but couldn't imagine it never happening now. She bustled around her small cottage, making breakfast and coffee for the morning. She wasn't a tea drinker, something she never could enjoy but she could drink coffee until the sun came up without much thought. Pastries purchased in the tiny village near her home set out and Min decided her day.

She didn't know many people in the village, didn't know who was who and what was what, but she tried. She loved learning new things about this side of her lineage, still hoping to find blood ties everywhere they went in Dhemlan though they had not been able to do much since the winds had shattered. Neither of them still knew what had happened but they knew neither the summer sky nor the green were accessible. It was their understanding from others that nothing from the black to white were accessible. It was odd and worrisome, but she couldn't change it so she didn't try. A small smile grew on her lips as she heard Julian shifting around in their room.

Setting her cup down, Min stood and went to the door and out it. She inhaled deeply, breathing in the freshness of the air before trotting down the steps. Laughter met her ears and she grinned at the sound, a momentary sadness taking her as she thought of the children she'd left in Little Kaeleer. She missed them even if she knew they were being well cared for. Given the opportunities that they always should have had. Finances left to ensure their safety, food, and education had made Julian cringe but Min had happily beggared herself for them.

She liked to walk after her naps, something she started doing when she came to Dhemlan and she found it brought her closer to her mother's memory when she did. She kicked the skirt out of her path, the fabric billowing as she did so, and made her way down the street and one over. She hadn't come this way in a while, but she knew another healer lived her. One who created pottery and she wanted to find the woman, see if she would make a gift for Julian. Not that she had any idea what kind of piece Julian would even appreciate. Probably a teacup or teapot. He was the tea drinker.

Her eyes tracked the figure on the porch of the cottage, the slender woman's clothing not even giving her pause as she made her way there. What did give her pause was the whiskey she summoned and the amount poured in her cup. To each their own she supposed. Who was she to judge what another did?

"Have you lost children to the Darkness?" she questioned softly as she came to the porch in time to hear the woman's muttered plea.

Hae-Won Wuxian

    Summer-sky to Purple Dusk
  • Healer
  • Played By: Graveside

    Healer
    Dhemlan Terreille
    3 Posts    166 marks
Re: Home is an Empty Word
« Reply #2 on: September 21, 2020, 11:29:29 PM »
Her eyes had started meandering over the kiln set up outside of her workshop, a huge metal furnace that she kept the door locked with her Jewels whenever she wasn't actively using it. The inside was sturdy and it was impossible to turn on the thing from the inside, but Hae-Won preferred to not take any sorts of chances. Pieces took nearly a full day and night to finish firing in it, and the current batch of stoneware was almost done. Then she could set about painting and glazing the pieces. The burn of the whiskey made this side-tracked though easy and welcome, and she got so caught up in this thought that the arrival of the other woman startled her. Her shoulder's tensed and her gaze snapped over to the other woman, not someone she recognized from the village.

"Those words weren't meant for you," Hae-Won immediately growled into her glass by way of answer. Then the look about the woman reeled her flare of temper back. She didn't have an unkind look about her. Not overly pompous, or cruel looking like some visitors to her humble village were. And the tone itself had been sympathetic enough.

Fuck, fine.

Hae-Won sighed and lowered the glass, staring down at it and answered with a forced evenness, "Not children, but I've lost enough. This house used to fit quite a few people happily. Potentially losing my students is a recent development."

She vanished the whiskey before it could loosen her tongue anymore and pushed herself stiffly to her feet. Her back had started to tighten up from being bent over the wheel so long. It was slight enough that she could hide it under the guise of being a lightweight, but she knew her eyes were far too clear and there was only the slight buzz of alcohol on her tongue and mind. She casually crossed her arms in front of her and stared down at the woman from her step.

She quirked an eyebrow and asked lightly in a deliberate change of tone, "So, you're standing on my doorstep. Not just trying to be neighborly, I presume?" She kept her voice conversational but there was a hardness in her gaze warning, and request, to not delve deeper into what she had said before. Some heartaches didn't need to be aired out to anyone who would listen. Her family deserved better than that.

Min Sung

    Summer-sky to Green
  • Healer
  • Played By: Jenn

    Little Kaeleer Terreille
    8 Posts    72 marks
Re: Home is an Empty Word
« Reply #3 on: September 27, 2020, 10:56:45 AM »
"Peace," she said in that soft voice of hers, "No harm meant." Min understood about loss and heartbreak, she'd lost children of her own and family. Granted the children weren't hers by blood but hers just the same. The years lessened the pain but they were never forgotten, it helped to have Julian near her when she became morose but Min had a feeling that this woman did not have that same type of support. It was sad to see. Min could see the woman was stronger than she looked, small delicate probes showing the pain of the heart more than anything illness or injury.

"Students are tricky business," she said with a sympathetic tilt of her head, "Especially the young. They never know if they want to learn or play." Min had her fair share of young students who wanted to play instead of learn. There were those who wanted to learn more than play but children were fickle beings by their very nature.

There was no judgment on Min's face when the woman vanished her whiskey. She knew the history of Dhemlan, knew the actions of Witch had filtered down to the descendants and even those who were alive while she reigned. Min hadn't been, she'd been born a decade or more after the woman's downfall but she had met many who'd been alive during that time. The ideals and beliefs varied between them all. Min had learned to be very careful in her mannerisms with some.

Her fingers twisted together at the quirk of the brow and hardening of the woman's gaze. She didn't mind the change of topic or really the tone, she'd dealt with some very grouchy patients before and this wasn't really all that different. A friendly smile curved her lips and she nodded. "You'd be correct," she said, "Trying to be neighborly with a motive." She chuckled at that, still watching the other woman carefully.

"I have a gift in mind for my companion and someone said you were one of the best potters in town," she continued companionably, "So I've come to you for a gift. They didn't mention your name, unfortunately, only pointed out your house yesterday but my name's Min."
 

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