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Gaia took a step to the side as she made it to the top step of the porch at the front of a fair sized home near the skirts of Adela Village. It didn't seem like a home of kept together people, but nonetheless there was all the love anyone would need within since. Counting to three with the fingers on her right hand, a pot came soring right through the closed wooden door. The racket inside didn't seem to surprise her much seeing as she dodged the pot before it even came out.
The first voice she heard was Suura's, yelling and fighting and setting off her mind for everyone in the whole village to hear. For a normally shy and silent girl, she sure was loud when she was just with Gaia and the other girls. Next was Marm, flailing pots and pans around like that were tiny trinkets that wouldn't break but could break someone. She was going off on something about her clothes. Poor girl. Then came the soft yet stern voice of Prim as she came sprinting down the stairwell at the other side of the house. She came up behind Marm and held her tightly against her body, waving her hand out to stop the pot the young girl had thrown at Suura in mid-air. Prim let out a sigh before releasing Marm and sending her upstairs to finish folding the laundry.
Suura sat herself in a chair, breathing heavily from dodging the countless pots and pans that had been propelled at her for the last hour or so. Gaia was sure it had been that long. They always went at it when she went out to get something for the rest of them to eat. Sometimes she thought she had more control over the younger girls than that of Prim; she wasn't going to say anything though. If Prim wanted, she could be a lot more stern than Gaia every thought possible for herself. But hey, her job was just to get money and put food on the table. Not take care of the youngings. That wasn't her place and was never going to be her place. Even before Prim, Gaia would just let them go at it until they were both bloody and tired out. In her mind, if all else failed, beat the hell out of each other until you both die. Or pass out at least.
Leaning over a bit, she peered through the hole in the door from the flying pot she had dodged. Locks of brown hair dancing on her shoulders and trickled in front of her face and the gaze of her bright green eyes that matched the green attire she always seemed to wear. Her gaze took in the sight of Prim scolding Suura for whatever she had gone and done this time around. Shrugging it off, she opened the door with her right hand after regaining her grip on a cloth sack she had slung over her left shoulder.
All eyes seemed to shoot a glance at her the second the door opened -- even Marm had come back downstairs to take a peek. No reaction came from the fighter in green clothes while she moved into the kitchen and began to pull various fruits and vegetables out of the cloth sack. She flipped the sack over and let some fresh meat fall out, all wrapped nicely in seperate cloths, and a few stray berries and mushrooms tumbled across the tabletop. Flipping the sack back over her shoulder, she turend and headed out of the kitchen and back out onto the porch. Prim and Suura just watched her until she was out of their sight and gave a shrug of their shoulders after looking at each other. Yeah, Gaia was out of her usual mood. What else was new?
Prim went to work putting the fruit and vegetables into their seperate bowls on the kitchen counter, and Suura went about taking care of the meat to keep it preserved for at least the next two days. That's all the time they're need before Gaia would end up bringing back more food for them. It was a routine that she had been unfailiingly keeping for the last year or so. Even in the winter, she was right on time with the food supply for two days. It seemed to be the only thing she really ever did anymore; other than the fighting local warriors to get the food for the family. If it kept them alive, no one seemed to care what she did anymore. Letting out a loud sigh, Marm turned and went back to take care of the remainder of the laundry. What a task that was anymore.
Gaia's hand let the sack drop over the railing of the front porch as she made her way down the steps and onward to wround to the back of the house. There was a field that stretched as far as her eye could see, straight to the edge of a forest that wasn't as friendly as people wanted to make it out to be. About a hundred yards or so, a light blue haired girl say amongst the grass and grain that grew in the field, wrapped in the white dress she wore, pink sleeves draping over her upper arms freely, a large orange bow tied just above her chest and laced underneath the collar of her dress. Her head turned slightly to face back at Gaia who was standing at the edge of the field. Her black eyes seemed distant, and Gaia could see it even with the distance befween the two of them.
"What's going on, Silk?" Gaia's lips didn't move, but Silk heard the question. Telepathy was the only way that Silk really communicated -- with anyone. And Gaia was the only one she ever did talk with; since she was the only one of the girls who also had telepathy.
"Nothing . . . Just . . . thinking," the young teen replied, turning her gaze back to the vast field.
Silence remained between the two of them. Nothing else needed to be said, but Gaia was going to remain standing there for the time being, the wind slapping those brown strands about her pale face. No one else understood Silk. The poor girl was solitary, and the two of them were similiar no matter what some people came to think. Gaia rarely spoke, even to someone she was fighting. Simple challenge words would be given from her and that was it. Nothing during the fight and nothing after it. Once in a while she'd scold Marm or Suura. But never Silk. There was never a reason; she was understandable. The others . . . Gaia couldn't even begin to comprehend.
