Post by Celerous on Apr 21, 2022 1:27:01 GMT -5
If asked what he was going to do with his week, Celerous wouldn't have answered with "board a cargo plane with a bunch of crops from the farm, land in Central City, rent a big van, and drive those crops out into the middle of nowhere." Really, how could he have foreseen any of that? But Ma had tasked him with this... he was going to call it a quest. Ma tasked him with this quest to journey to the West, as far as he'd ever been, and deliver a serious shipment of crops to some tribal peoples in the area.
Like he said, he'd never have guessed.
But when Ma asked him to do something, he did it. She didn't ask for much after all, and the farm wasn't just her business, it was his too. Plus... well, Cel had always wanted to see the world. Ma had literally given him a reason to do so. What he was curious about, though, is how Ma knew these tribal people all the way out here. She'd called them the "Karinga Tribe," and said they lived at the base of a tower. They were old friends of hers (she didn't elaborate on what that meant) that had fallen on hard times, and with the farm doing so well this season, she'd decided to gift them with some of their crop for a year.
Well, Celerous didn't see any tower. Just some crumbled stone pillar, and an array of tents. That, and a bunch of people staring at him in confusion, probably wondering what in the world he was doing there. That was fine, he was halfway asking the same question. He got out of the van, dressed in an open red flannel, white t-shirt, worn denim jeans, and boots. Celerous gave the Karinga a wave and a smile, before he walked to the back of the van and opened the doors. The interior was packed with wooden crates, carrying vegetables varying from cabbages to carrots, radishes to tomatoes, and a whole lot of potatoes.
Celerous began to unpack the van, organizing the crates. As he did so, a large man approached, old enough to be his grandfather. The young hybrid continued his work, setting crated veggies on the ground, but acknowledged the elder man with a nod and a smile.
"I'd guess you're a little surprised to see me, huh?" Celerous spoke, "well, we don't know each other, but you might know my mother. Ruvia Liggen sends her best regards. She heard that your tribe had a harsh year for crops, and would like to lend you a helping hand."
Celerous gestured to the crates he'd started sorting on the ground. Man this was awkward. He didn't know these people, and they clearly hadn't known to expect him. That was evident by the befuddled expression on the man's face.
Like he said, he'd never have guessed.
But when Ma asked him to do something, he did it. She didn't ask for much after all, and the farm wasn't just her business, it was his too. Plus... well, Cel had always wanted to see the world. Ma had literally given him a reason to do so. What he was curious about, though, is how Ma knew these tribal people all the way out here. She'd called them the "Karinga Tribe," and said they lived at the base of a tower. They were old friends of hers (she didn't elaborate on what that meant) that had fallen on hard times, and with the farm doing so well this season, she'd decided to gift them with some of their crop for a year.
Well, Celerous didn't see any tower. Just some crumbled stone pillar, and an array of tents. That, and a bunch of people staring at him in confusion, probably wondering what in the world he was doing there. That was fine, he was halfway asking the same question. He got out of the van, dressed in an open red flannel, white t-shirt, worn denim jeans, and boots. Celerous gave the Karinga a wave and a smile, before he walked to the back of the van and opened the doors. The interior was packed with wooden crates, carrying vegetables varying from cabbages to carrots, radishes to tomatoes, and a whole lot of potatoes.
Celerous began to unpack the van, organizing the crates. As he did so, a large man approached, old enough to be his grandfather. The young hybrid continued his work, setting crated veggies on the ground, but acknowledged the elder man with a nod and a smile.
"I'd guess you're a little surprised to see me, huh?" Celerous spoke, "well, we don't know each other, but you might know my mother. Ruvia Liggen sends her best regards. She heard that your tribe had a harsh year for crops, and would like to lend you a helping hand."
Celerous gestured to the crates he'd started sorting on the ground. Man this was awkward. He didn't know these people, and they clearly hadn't known to expect him. That was evident by the befuddled expression on the man's face.
Thread PL: 8000
WC: 478
TWC: 478
WC: 478
TWC: 478