The man began by rolling his eyes, and if it weren’t for the fact that Drysi was young he probably would have stepped back and shut the door in her face. Instead he sighed and listened to the introduction, but once she leveraged a question at him he seemed to chew on the question long enough to suggest he was actually considering his response. His eyes darted briefly to the side in the direction of the first house Drysi had visited, but then just as quickly came back to regard the solicitor. The concern seemed to get buried as he went back to scowling. With a dismissive hand he waved the question off like a bad smell.
“Jus’ some lads doin’ wha’ lads do,” the man stated simply, not denying the harassment.
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"So you're just fine with that."
The smell had crossed psychological borders, as Drysi's face wrinkled in disgust. She was trying to be good, but her choler was starting to rise and it was causing her business mask to break. It took a lot of restraint to remind herself that this wasn't personal, she was there to garner information.
"Okay."
She needed to bail. It was apparent she was uncomfortable about what he had admitted, but the truth was that it she was struggling to center herself. Going off on a stranger wasn't going to help her.
"Thank you for your time."
Drysi thought she handled that well and gracefully. In reality, she backed away from the man as if he were a vampire, and turned to walk away without another word.
The smell had crossed psychological borders, as Drysi's face wrinkled in disgust. She was trying to be good, but her choler was starting to rise and it was causing her business mask to break. It took a lot of restraint to remind herself that this wasn't personal, she was there to garner information.
"Okay."
She needed to bail. It was apparent she was uncomfortable about what he had admitted, but the truth was that it she was struggling to center herself. Going off on a stranger wasn't going to help her.
"Thank you for your time."
Drysi thought she handled that well and gracefully. In reality, she backed away from the man as if he were a vampire, and turned to walk away without another word.
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With a distinct look of confusion, the man shrugged as Drysi walked back down the drive, but relieved he wasn’t about to be sold insurance he closed the door and went back about his business. For Drysi, the third house she made her way to was the last one on the row, and easily the nicest of the homes she had visited. Its yard was a bit chaotic, but in a lived in way. Clearly the house was a home, and the array of children’s toys suggested it saw plenty of joy. Picking her way through the scattered items to the door. A few knocks later and a cordial woman’s voice sounded from inside announcing she was on her way. A short time later the door swung open a small distance as the woman seemed to be keeping some manner of small entity from rushing through the now open door. With a wee baby held to her shoulder she greeted Drysi with a warm smile while a few other kids could be heard just inside.
“Well, afternoon dear. What can I help you with?”
“Well, afternoon dear. What can I help you with?”
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"Darn," Gideon spoke finally as Drysi made it back down to the street, "I thought he was going to at least try to correct your estimation there."
The apprentice stopped at the sidewalk, and threw a confused look down at her shirt.
"What?"
"Don't worry about it."
Satisfied with that, Drysi made her way back up another lane, still feeling pretty confident despite effectively running off on the last go around. She padded by the evidence of a bustling family with children. This was going to be a different challenge entirely. Her gram despised children, always convincing Drysi that she was the exception because she wasn't like the others. It was pretty apparent what Bleddyn had meant now, but back then Drysi thought it was special to be unlike other kids.
As she heard a voice on the other end of the door, she began to brace herself. No disgust, distaste, or frustration. She was going to be the pinnacle of professionalism, no matter how many of the little goblins there were. Agh, was that her gram, or herself? No time, just keep it flat.
The door opened, and Drysi put a hand over her mouth as she reflexively squealed.
"Oh! Look at the dwty little babe!" exclaimed Drysi, nearly forgetting herself, "Sorry. They're just precious."
Drysi, now a little more practiced, went through her spiel again, trying to be a little more abridged. It didn't really occur to her that a security angle might appeal more to a family with a lot of warmth to lose, she was just distracted by the small bundle of life on the woman's shoulder.
"... and, it's Mr. Vandermoor's chief concern to know what folks in Timiduane are concerned about regarding the safety of their homes and families," Drysi wiggled, wanting to hold the baby, but Gideon kept her focused.
"For example, the home up tha' road there. The poor lass seems to have a lot of vandalism done to her property," the subject was brought up carefully, as Drysi actually wanted to walk away with something actionable, "it seems awful targeted, and it points to a defiency in the local police. There a reason nothin's been done about it?"
The apprentice stopped at the sidewalk, and threw a confused look down at her shirt.
"What?"
"Don't worry about it."
Satisfied with that, Drysi made her way back up another lane, still feeling pretty confident despite effectively running off on the last go around. She padded by the evidence of a bustling family with children. This was going to be a different challenge entirely. Her gram despised children, always convincing Drysi that she was the exception because she wasn't like the others. It was pretty apparent what Bleddyn had meant now, but back then Drysi thought it was special to be unlike other kids.
As she heard a voice on the other end of the door, she began to brace herself. No disgust, distaste, or frustration. She was going to be the pinnacle of professionalism, no matter how many of the little goblins there were. Agh, was that her gram, or herself? No time, just keep it flat.
The door opened, and Drysi put a hand over her mouth as she reflexively squealed.
"Oh! Look at the dwty little babe!" exclaimed Drysi, nearly forgetting herself, "Sorry. They're just precious."
Drysi, now a little more practiced, went through her spiel again, trying to be a little more abridged. It didn't really occur to her that a security angle might appeal more to a family with a lot of warmth to lose, she was just distracted by the small bundle of life on the woman's shoulder.
"... and, it's Mr. Vandermoor's chief concern to know what folks in Timiduane are concerned about regarding the safety of their homes and families," Drysi wiggled, wanting to hold the baby, but Gideon kept her focused.
"For example, the home up tha' road there. The poor lass seems to have a lot of vandalism done to her property," the subject was brought up carefully, as Drysi actually wanted to walk away with something actionable, "it seems awful targeted, and it points to a defiency in the local police. There a reason nothin's been done about it?"
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The look on the woman’s face suggested she was not surprised when Drysi asked about the other house. As she bounced the baby lightly upon her shoulder she looked about to answer when something hit her from behind making her knee buckle briefly. Flipping a switch she covered the baby’s ears before turning her head inside and shouting at the kids inside in native Irish. Switch flipping off, she turned back to Drysi as though nothing had happened, and after taking a moment to remember what she was saying continued.
“Ah, yes. Hariette’s place. Poor lass. Nothing against the woman meself, but she went and became a bit’o’a pariah here in town. Think it was a month ‘r two ago now; she had rushed back into town one rainy eve shoutin’ somethin’ ‘bout monsters out in O’Keegan’s field,” as she spoke, the woman pointed out towards a rolling hill past the edge of the village. “The gossip spread through town pretty quick. As for the police, it is the usual statements of until we see it happen we can’t do anything and the like. Monsters is a tad looney, but I do feel for the treatment she’s received.”
“Ah, yes. Hariette’s place. Poor lass. Nothing against the woman meself, but she went and became a bit’o’a pariah here in town. Think it was a month ‘r two ago now; she had rushed back into town one rainy eve shoutin’ somethin’ ‘bout monsters out in O’Keegan’s field,” as she spoke, the woman pointed out towards a rolling hill past the edge of the village. “The gossip spread through town pretty quick. As for the police, it is the usual statements of until we see it happen we can’t do anything and the like. Monsters is a tad looney, but I do feel for the treatment she’s received.”
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"Monsters," came a high-pitched response from Drysi through tightly pursed lips, "that is batty."
It took every fiber in every muscle in her body to not just suddenly jump at the sudden ellicitation of usable information. Her notebook emerged from her bag, and she began to write something down, trying to distract herself, before finally getting it together to offer a steady response.
"Well," was all she said, swaying to one side and another, as if that were sufficient.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Ought to report that to my boss," Drysi nodded, her mane of gold bobbing with her assuredness, "now that I think of it. 'Bout 78% of all monster sightin's are often encounters with dangerous wildlife. Brennan Security has a wildlife response team that ought'r look into that once the office opens. Thank you!"
Drysi spun on her heel and began skipping down the lane. First she yanked her phone out of her pocket, and began to ring Mr. Flynn's phone.
"No, I shouldn't say this shit out loud. Then I'm the batty one."
"But Drysi, monsters are real."
"Sssshhhhh! I know that," she hissed at her shirt, before throwing cautious glances around for onlookers. She hung up on her call and began furiously typing.
It took every fiber in every muscle in her body to not just suddenly jump at the sudden ellicitation of usable information. Her notebook emerged from her bag, and she began to write something down, trying to distract herself, before finally getting it together to offer a steady response.
"Well," was all she said, swaying to one side and another, as if that were sufficient.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Ought to report that to my boss," Drysi nodded, her mane of gold bobbing with her assuredness, "now that I think of it. 'Bout 78% of all monster sightin's are often encounters with dangerous wildlife. Brennan Security has a wildlife response team that ought'r look into that once the office opens. Thank you!"
Drysi spun on her heel and began skipping down the lane. First she yanked her phone out of her pocket, and began to ring Mr. Flynn's phone.
"No, I shouldn't say this shit out loud. Then I'm the batty one."
"But Drysi, monsters are real."
"Sssshhhhh! I know that," she hissed at her shirt, before throwing cautious glances around for onlookers. She hung up on her call and began furiously typing.
She skipped back over to the first house.Drysi wrote: I got something! ❤️
Drysi wrote: Some gwnny lady named Harriet saw some monsters at an O'Keegan farm. Apparently happened a month(or two?) ago on a stormy night ⛈️. Whole town's turned on her.