03-04-2019, 01:01 AM
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August and her dear folks, god bless their souls, were simple people. When there was a homestead that needed to be run, a child that had to be raised and animals to take care of to boot, there was no room for any form of intoxication that could waste time that could have been used to keep up with their many tasks. August had never seen any sort of drug in their life before, they did know they existed, however, but their knowledge of such products was incredibly limited. What they knew, they had picked up from novels and stories. Mentions of beer and whiskey for the late night parties while champagne and wine were offered during formal events. many stories mentioned a type of inebriation one way or another, and with reading, they caught the gist that these beverages were drinks that somehow altered the mind, but how that happened and to the extreme it went to was unknown to the hermit.
They were quiet in this new space. After having lived in the same log homestead for their entire nineteen years of their life, unaware of any form of outside community and culture, now that they were shoved into the middle of a society they couldn't help but feel as if they were a fish flopping helplessly out of water, exposed to predators and the elements threatening to dry them up. It was a frightening situation to find yourself in. To have lost everything and to now have to move on to foreign spaces. Adjusting was difficult, this space did not feel like home and these people were strangers. August had no family, no support, no ties.
It was just them.
They were fine on their own, often just popping by the stables and spending the majority of their time with Moose, who seemed to have settled in far better than they had. Farmwork however, was a strenuous task, August knew this more than anyone else. With enough work came plenty of calories burnt, and when that happened, hunger was inevitable. Once the twist in their belly became unbearable, they left their mule within his pasture and walked into the kitchen, massive overalls covered in paint and filth hiding their frame, their deerskin coat slumped over their rather wide, bulky shoulders. The froze the second they saw all these folks already inside the kitchen, appearing rather busy as they gathered in friendly groups. [color=#7989A2][b]"O-Oh, I'm sorry."[b] Said the newcomer with a timid nod of their head, pulling their pelt coat from their muscular shoulders and now clutching it in front of them. [b]"Am I interfering with anything?"[/b]
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[table]August and her dear folks, god bless their souls, were simple people. When there was a homestead that needed to be run, a child that had to be raised and animals to take care of to boot, there was no room for any form of intoxication that could waste time that could have been used to keep up with their many tasks. August had never seen any sort of drug in their life before, they did know they existed, however, but their knowledge of such products was incredibly limited. What they knew, they had picked up from novels and stories. Mentions of beer and whiskey for the late night parties while champagne and wine were offered during formal events. many stories mentioned a type of inebriation one way or another, and with reading, they caught the gist that these beverages were drinks that somehow altered the mind, but how that happened and to the extreme it went to was unknown to the hermit.
They were quiet in this new space. After having lived in the same log homestead for their entire nineteen years of their life, unaware of any form of outside community and culture, now that they were shoved into the middle of a society they couldn't help but feel as if they were a fish flopping helplessly out of water, exposed to predators and the elements threatening to dry them up. It was a frightening situation to find yourself in. To have lost everything and to now have to move on to foreign spaces. Adjusting was difficult, this space did not feel like home and these people were strangers. August had no family, no support, no ties.
It was just them.
They were fine on their own, often just popping by the stables and spending the majority of their time with Moose, who seemed to have settled in far better than they had. Farmwork however, was a strenuous task, August knew this more than anyone else. With enough work came plenty of calories burnt, and when that happened, hunger was inevitable. Once the twist in their belly became unbearable, they left their mule within his pasture and walked into the kitchen, massive overalls covered in paint and filth hiding their frame, their deerskin coat slumped over their rather wide, bulky shoulders. The froze the second they saw all these folks already inside the kitchen, appearing rather busy as they gathered in friendly groups. [color=#7989A2][b]"O-Oh, I'm sorry."[b] Said the newcomer with a timid nod of their head, pulling their pelt coat from their muscular shoulders and now clutching it in front of them. [b]"Am I interfering with anything?"[/b]
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