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What'm I Gonner Do?

Tags: Louse,  Isobel

Short Summary: Louse has a heart-to-heart with Lady Isobel Taurdain
Date (real-life): 2011-07-08
Scene Location: Esgaroth: Library
Date (in-game): May 3053

Large oak bookcases cover the walls of this room and several wooden tables and chairs are neatly arranged in the middle of the room. Along the south wall is a table with several large rolled maps stacked neatly to one side. The other walls have several illustrations of the different scenes of Esgaroth. To your left you see an elderly librarian sitting behind a small simple desk.

Obvious exits:
Out leads to The Town Hall.

Dale-Lands Time and Weather Service

Real Time: Fri Jul 08 16:17:28 2011 MST

Dale-Lands Time:
Trewsday, mid afternoon on a rainy spring's day, May 16 of 3053

[Isobel(#23796)] It's mid afternoon and much like yesterday the beauty of the much-awaited and finally recieved Spring is marred by a cold, unpleasant drizzle. The grey clouds are not thunderously so, but hangs over town as a depressing blanket.

Inside the library, however, spirits appear to be less effected by this than one might have supposed. Isobel Taurdain is currently alone in there (perhaps Thogas has gone for lunch?) and appears hard at work. She flips through errant scrolls and large tomes with a fierce energy only broken at intervals by fierce scribblnig and copying onto her own scrolls when she finds something worthy of annotating. Absentmindedly playing with a loose lock of yellow hair, she looks rather, well.. happy.

It's a day for remaining indoors insofar as one can. That might explain why young Louse has taken shelter in the Town Hall (carefully avoiding the woman from the Clothiers Guild, in case an earlier misunderstanding has not been forgotten). But - the Library? Indeed, the youngster looks rather nervous about things, straightening the green shirt and tucking a lock of hair back beneath the cap (a good excuse to scratch!). Sharp eyes dark around the room, mouth falling open slightly at the sight of all those scrolls. "Ain't there 'nuff o'em, Missus?" the Youngest Greenshirt wonders tentatively, "iffen yer makin' more?"

[Isobel(#23796)] A voice shattering the stillness of her sanctuary which has hitherto only been framed by the sound of spattering raindrops and her pen scratching at the paper? Unexpected this is and Isobel, startled, jumps in surprise and nearly topples her inkwell. Once matters are set a-right again, she sighs and shakes her head with a quiet laugh. "Phew! You certainly scared me, Louse.."

She appears to consider the question with a quick, sweeping glance around the room, finally centering upon the scruffy figure of the child. "Well," says Isobel with a small shrug and lays her feather pen down, "I do get paid to make more, so maybe there aren't enough?"

Louse looks nearly as startled herself. "Me, Missus? I ain't done nothin' ..." The child looks properly awed at the mention of pay, and sidles up to look at the scroll. "S'like yer squashed a whole pile o'ants," she announces, squinting - then glances round to make sure they're alone. "Bin lookin' fer yer," she murmurs, face reddening a little. "T'other day, in t'rain - ye knows." Her gaze is downcast, and she fiddles with her protecting cap, then asks in a despairing wail, "What'm I gonner do?"

[Isobel(#23796)] Now Isobel looks rather surprised, perhaps perplexed by the sudden despair. "Well, child," she says after a moment of struggle in which surprise is unceremoniously shoved out the door, "why don't you sit down and tell me what you wanted to talk to me about?" The lady pulls out the wooden-bottomed chair next to her and gives it an encouraging pat.

Louse isn't slow in sitting down, though she squirms about a bit - her feet don't quite touch the floor. "What's t'tell? When 'ey started up 'em Greenshirts 'ey was lookin' fer boys. Only - t'weren't noone t'look out fer me an' Grubber, see? An it was two siller a week. Two whole siller!" The child glances up proudly at the mention of All That Money. "So I says I'm a boy. Figgered it'd be dead easy, jist swagger'n'shout 'n stuff. But folk's started noticin'. What'm I gonner do when 'em 'Igh-Ups comes back?"

[Isobel(#23796)] "Oh.." Isobel says softly, and leans an elbow upon the writing desk before them. "I did ask Scampre about this after I pulled you out of the lake," she ventures after a moment of quiet, "but he said only that he hadn't reckoned it would last this long.." Trailing off, a thoughtful look comes into the eyes of the noblewoman and she looks at the child anew. "Come to think of it, what is Scampre to you, anyway?"

After letting the question linger only very briefly, Isobel makes an impatient gesture with her free hand. "Sorry, I was distracted. You know, Louse, I do think that the best thing you could do would be to tell the truth, really."

Louse shrugs off that first question. "Scampre knows most things. Reckon 'e knows everythin' there is t'know." There's a touch of pride in that statement. It fades, though, as Isobel goes on, to be replaced by blind panic. "But - but - 'ey'll kick me out, or worse. What'f 'ey stick me in jail?" From the sudden pallor of the child's cheeks, that is a very real fear.

Louse rallies, though. "Sides, I don' wan'ter be a girl," she insists mulishly. "Ain't nothin' a girl c'n do down t'Decks, 'cept lie on 'er back." She scowls, then recollects the company she's in. "Guess it's different fer 'Igh-Ups. Ain't ye ever wished yer was somethin' else?"

[Isobel(#23796)] "Ah, well.." Isobel looks momentarily taken aback, perhaps by such frankness, but she too rallies. "A few times, Louse. I expect we all do. That's not what I want to speak of right away, though. Do you understand why I think you should tell the truth?" She regards the girl with a steady gaze from her grey eyes.

Louse considers the question. She fidgets on the chair. Sche scratches vigorously at her head. And then she says truthfully, "Not really, Missus. Is it cos ye don' reckon I should be a Greenshirt? I c'n 'it folks jist as well as Cork'n'Rig!"

[Isobel(#23796)] "I'm sure you can, Louse. Although I'm not sure that that's what the Greenshirts should be doing.." Isobel trails off again, before shaking her head vehemently. "That is, I just think that if you're sure that you can't go on fooling people -and in the long run you can't, because you'll grow up, dear- then you really should tell them yourself, before they found out. That will make you look better, see? And you'll get to explain your side, too. If they find out about you by themselves, they might be forced to do something simply for the looks of it. Do you see what I mean at all?"

Louse's sharp features narrow. "Y'mean, like t'way merchants say all that stuff t'make 'em look better? Like cloth wove by Elves when it's jist fallen off t'barge comin' up from Finney? Tell 'em I'm better'n a boy?" She seems to like this idea, for her eyes light up. Then she frowns. "Can't - can't yer speak t'em about it? 'Ey'd listen t'you ..."

[Isobel(#23796)] "Well, maybe not quite like that, but that's the general idea, yes.." says Isobel, appearing unable to contain a small smile - which promptly dies as Louse continues. She appears to consider the matter, however, and eventually nods. "All right, I don't see why not. But-" and she holds up a finger to forestall any expression of joy on the part of the child, "you'll have to come with me. I'll speak, but if something needs to be clarified.. well, it's good if you're there... and don't worry, no one is going to stick you in jail! I promise."

Louse's joy is not much curtailed. The grin that had appeared on her face when Isobel began to speak fades a little, but then the child nods. "Figure 'at's fair. Won't be scared of 'em no more iffen yer gonner be there. Thank yer, Missus!" And, overcome with relief, Louse - that singularly undemonstrative child - leans forward to hug Isobel if the Taurdain doesn't get out of the way.

Then comes the sudden creak of the door. Louse bolts upright like a startled rabbit, straightening her cap and dashing out past the startled scholar like an arrow from a bow. Today's little tete-a-tete is at an end.

Date added: 2011-07-27 09:04:05    Hits: 48
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