47th Ashan, 721.
Following the consequenceSome people around Hopetoun have taken to thinking that Vega is a miracle worker. They begin making outlandish requests of her, and at one point a line/crowd of about a dozen or more begins to form, and they all have the most embarrassing and outlandish requests to make of her. given here
"Wot?"
Vega turned to look at the man. He was a resident of Hopetoun, yes. She knew him, had seen him a few times. He was nice, or seemed it. He was friendly - which she was starting to think wasn't a good thing and, before this moment, she'd thought he was sane.
"I'm right sorry, but I thought you jus' told me that..." she stopped. No. No, he couldn't have said that. It would be ludicrous for him to say that. "I think I misheard you, love, I'm right sorry. What did you say?"
He said it again.
Vega looked at him and - for possibly the first moment in her life, she was dumbstruck. It didn't last long, but she was. "Well," she said, quietly. "I mean. I'm not sure that it's appropriate of you to ask me that." He looked at her with wide, desperate eyes. "Why do you even want that?"
"My brother," he said. "I've seen his. It's enormous."
Questions, Vega decided in that moment, were bad. They were bad, bad things and she was going to stop asking them. Unfortunately, he did not stop answering, and he just continued on.
"It's thicker than mine, and longer. I'm trying everything, you know? I mean, one of my friends knows a biqaj and he swears that rubbing a mixture of cranberry and mint on it before dusk every night, and washing it off in the dawn makes it grow. I've tried that! It did nothing."
Vega sighed. "I don't know what to suggest, I mean, why are you askin' me about it?"
He clutched her arm. "I've seen and heard about you! You work miracles, I know you do! Everyone knows it and I've got nowhere else to turn!" Vega sighed again. "I know it can be difficult, but have you ever considered that you should jus' be happy with what you've got?" She looked at him with eyes which swirled in a range of colours. "I mean, at the end of the trial, it's not a competition, is it?" Although, she thought, knowing men and how they were it probably was. Especially since he was comparing it with his brother's.
"Please, please let me show you it? You might be able to see a problem, or might sing to it and it grows. Or... something?"
Vega sighed. "I mean, alright. But I'm not touchin' it if you've rubbed that stuff on it."
"Oh, I haven't, not to-trial! I just took care of the surrounding area today, in case you agreed. First impressions are important."
Vega frowned. "As long as you're clear, I'm not touchin' it, alright then, I suppose." He beamed and spoke eagerly, grabbing her wrist and almost running along with her. "Gerroff me, I hope you've washed this hand since you've been pawin' at it," she grumbled.
But, eventually, they were standing together. Just the two of them, and Vega looked down in some surprise.
"Well," she said, genuinely. "Honestly, I don't see what the problem is." He looked at her, hopefully. "Really?"
"Definitely," Vega replied. "That's the biggest marrow I've ever seen."
"Wot?"
Vega turned to look at the man. He was a resident of Hopetoun, yes. She knew him, had seen him a few times. He was nice, or seemed it. He was friendly - which she was starting to think wasn't a good thing and, before this moment, she'd thought he was sane.
"I'm right sorry, but I thought you jus' told me that..." she stopped. No. No, he couldn't have said that. It would be ludicrous for him to say that. "I think I misheard you, love, I'm right sorry. What did you say?"
He said it again.
Vega looked at him and - for possibly the first moment in her life, she was dumbstruck. It didn't last long, but she was. "Well," she said, quietly. "I mean. I'm not sure that it's appropriate of you to ask me that." He looked at her with wide, desperate eyes. "Why do you even want that?"
"My brother," he said. "I've seen his. It's enormous."
Questions, Vega decided in that moment, were bad. They were bad, bad things and she was going to stop asking them. Unfortunately, he did not stop answering, and he just continued on.
"It's thicker than mine, and longer. I'm trying everything, you know? I mean, one of my friends knows a biqaj and he swears that rubbing a mixture of cranberry and mint on it before dusk every night, and washing it off in the dawn makes it grow. I've tried that! It did nothing."
Vega sighed. "I don't know what to suggest, I mean, why are you askin' me about it?"
He clutched her arm. "I've seen and heard about you! You work miracles, I know you do! Everyone knows it and I've got nowhere else to turn!" Vega sighed again. "I know it can be difficult, but have you ever considered that you should jus' be happy with what you've got?" She looked at him with eyes which swirled in a range of colours. "I mean, at the end of the trial, it's not a competition, is it?" Although, she thought, knowing men and how they were it probably was. Especially since he was comparing it with his brother's.
"Please, please let me show you it? You might be able to see a problem, or might sing to it and it grows. Or... something?"
Vega sighed. "I mean, alright. But I'm not touchin' it if you've rubbed that stuff on it."
"Oh, I haven't, not to-trial! I just took care of the surrounding area today, in case you agreed. First impressions are important."
Vega frowned. "As long as you're clear, I'm not touchin' it, alright then, I suppose." He beamed and spoke eagerly, grabbing her wrist and almost running along with her. "Gerroff me, I hope you've washed this hand since you've been pawin' at it," she grumbled.
But, eventually, they were standing together. Just the two of them, and Vega looked down in some surprise.
"Well," she said, genuinely. "Honestly, I don't see what the problem is." He looked at her, hopefully. "Really?"
"Definitely," Vega replied. "That's the biggest marrow I've ever seen."

