Veridia Round 3: Salter

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I don’t remember what order I’m supposed to play/post anyone in anymore, whoops. I only realized I played this household before Eisu’s because I was working on uploading his round and realized Gytha and Glamaer had become teenagers off screen.




Anyway, we start off with Gytha offering her brother a few germs.






Wulfric has told Gytha to stay in bed and rest today, but he didn’t say anything about not jumping on the bed while she’s in it. Checkmate, Dad!




D'awww.






Glamaer is hard at work fishing. He enjoys it, though, really!

Glamaer: Look, this one’s bigger than my arm!






Wulfric, meanwhile, is hard at work at the market stall. But around noon he feels the ache of a cold coming on and decides he’d better close early today. He would rather have stayed open, though. He has plenty of coinage right now, but you never know what the future will bring. What if something happens? What if there’s a bad season next year?




I forgot about the twins’ birthday, so Glamaer gets to age up randomly in the living room right after his da gets home. Congrats.




And Gytha gets to have her birthday in the company of a random townie no one has ever met!




Glamaer: Ewwww, Gytha!




Anyway, Glamaer has grown into a Family/Fortune sim. Sounds like he might be happy to follow in his father’s fishing/merchant footsteps? And Gytha is a Popularity/Pleasure sim. I said I was going to make her a Popularity sim!








The market stall is now a market shack, and Wulfric has brought his son along to teach him the tools of the trade. He was hoping to bring Gytha too, but Gytha was like, absolutely not.









The tools of the trade seem to mostly be flirting with the secret reviewer?






Give him a break, guys, he’s new to the abacus, okay?






Gytha actually is quite the social butterfly, she’s just selective about who she likes. Norweni makes the cut for being badass.






Brigid, on the other hand...

Gytha: Oh, it’s you.

Brigid: Is Wulfric home?

Gytha: I ‘unno.

Brigid: How do you not know if your father is home?

Gytha: *shrug*




Much to Gytha’s disappointment, Wulfric returns home around dusk and happily invites Brigid in. Seeing her father kiss that nasty woman’s hand is barf-worthy, in Gytha’s opinion.




Glamaer isn’t exactly thrilled at the idea either.






When Gytha hates, she HATES, y'all. If Brigid has one hater, it’s Gytha. If she has no haters, Gytha is dead.




Gytha: Pleaseeeeee?

Glamaer: I told you, no! I’m not helping you put a frog in that woman’s shoe. It’s not fair to the frog!

I mean, at least she’s moved on from the more homicidal ideas.






Unwitting of his children’s hatred/moderate dislike for her, Wulfric invites Brigid to join him for an evening at the mead hall.






Shep: Hiiiiii, Brigid.

Brigid: *sigh* Hello, Shep. Can you... go drink somewhere else. Please.




Glamaer: SHIT SHIT SHIT.




Wow, that’s a great idea, Glamaer! A little late, but I like your initiative!








Gytha can’t bring herself to watch as her brother bravely grabs a water bucket to try to douse the flames. They’re so far from the rest of the village, and Gytha doesn’t know what to do.






But Glamaer does. Hand to god, I was practically holding my breath watching this, thinking that Wulfric was going to come back to the house burned down and his son dead.

Glamaer: *cough* Oof, that's—*hack, cough*—not great.




Gytha: Glamaer! You did it! You’re okay!!

Glamaer: Wow, sis, I didn’t think you cared so much.

Gytha: Shut up, stupid. Oh no, oh no, we have to clean this up before Da comes back or we’re gonna be in so much trouble.






The two of them throw open all the shutters around the house, inviting the sea breeze in to clear out the smoke. Gytha forces her brother to sit down and drink some tea to sooth his throat, and takes it upon herself to scour the hearth until you can’t tell there’s any more soot than usual. The charred food in the pot isn’t salvageable, though. She’s inclined to chuck the whole thing down the latrine out back.

This she can do. Cleaning up mischief, at least, is a piece of cake.




And it works! Between Gytha’s clean up and (ugh) Brigid, Wulfric is too distracted to notice that his children almost burned the house down while he was gone.




Brigid: I’m not sure your daughter likes me. She’s very rude.

Wulfric: Gytha’s a handful sometimes, yes. But I’m sure she’ll get past it; I’ll talk to her.




Handful? Gytha prefers ‘mastermind’, thank you very much.








Gytha and Glamaer spend the morning with their respective friends.




Conveniently away from Brigid and Wulfric.
Wulfric: Brigid, sweetheart...




Wulfric: I know it’s soon, but I also know what I want. Would you do me the honor of wedding me?

Brigid: Absolutely!

dunno why I keep taking these pictures when I have invisible engagement/wedding ring defaults.






Brigid: Oh, we should have the wedding soon! Before winter, it’s so unlucky to marry in winter.

Wulfric: You don’t want to wait a time?

Brigid: Why should we? I don’t want to wait until spring. Do you?

Wulfric: No, I suppose not.




Gytha: It’s nice to have some peace and quiet tonight...




Wulfric: Ah, kids. I have something exciting to tell you. I’ve asked Brigid to marry me, and she accepted!

Gytha: ...Never mind.

Glamaer: Wow, that’s... wow.

Wulfric: Isn’t it? :)

Gytha: I think I’m going to puke.








If Wulfric gets to flirt at work, so does Glamaer. It’s only fair. This is Lucile, who likes to chat with Glamaer about stories of far-off queens and kings. Veridia, theoretically, has an overking somewhere, but he doesn’t have much effect on their day to day life.






Gytha: Shep!

Shep: Gytha! When did you get this tall?

Gytha: Recently. Listen. If, theoretically, a person you knew needed somewhere to go, could they theoretically stay at your home for a while?

Shep: Uh, theoretically, yes. Who are we talking about again?

Gytha: No one! Tell me about your new pottery wheel!

Shep: Okay!




It’s soon time to head to the great stones in the hills for Wulfric’s wedding, and Gytha. Gytha. Put the bucket down.




Gytha: Ugh, fine, I won’t throw sea water on her and see if she melts.
Thank you.






Wulfric is happy to be marrying again. He will always hold love in his heart for Morwenna, his late wife, but it will be pleasant to have a partner to rely on and spend time with again. It’s been quite a long time.






Gytha is doing her best to ignore that this is happening.




Gytha: YEAH, WOOOOO, FIGHT! FIGHT!
I cannot BELIEVE that this didn’t involve Brigid in some way. Maybe her brawling days are past now.






I think Brigid and Wulfric are my first couple to actually sit together at their wedding feast. Maybe it really is true love.




Gytha, meanwhile, continues to search for someone who wants to adopt her.

Gytha: Helenet, do you need an apprentice?

Helenet: I didn’t think you had any interest in herbalism, Gytha.
Gytha: I don’t.

Helenet: Uh...




Glamaer decides to just enjoy the music.








This is fine.






Drunkenly making friends with other girls in the bathroom: a tradition that transcends the ages.




When the party finally ends and the household heads home, Brigid arrives ahead of everyone else. So I guess we have some time to get to know her!




You’re telling me that this sim has SIX nice points? I don’t believe it.








Brigid changes into a new outfit and spends some time brooding on her various feuds with random teenagers before preparing a meal for her new husband. And those kids too, I guess.




Brigid: Hello, darling, can I rub your back for you?
Wulfric: Well... oh, that’s nice.






Brigid is an early riser. As they say, the early riser is healthy, wealthy, and wise, three things Brigid always aspires to be.






Brigid: What do you think of the porridge? Is it to your taste?
Wulfric: It’s... *urp* great. The burnt bits are really... special.




The garden is still here.






The children opt to visit the market and buy a meal there rather than chance Brigid’s unique cooking.

Glamaer: Manners!

Gytha: Shove off.




Okay. Lucile is here and there’s more flirting to be done anyway.

Glamaer: I really like your, um, little braids. They’re cute.

Lucile: Thank you!




That’s her dad, Cara, behind them, by the way. So you may not want to get too flirty, Glamaer.




Get some taste, girl.






Gytha wanted to flirt with Finn, even though he was arguing with her at the wedding the other day, but he’s not into it. Well, whatever, it’s not like she was interested in him or anything!






Angus is visiting the market too; they’re still friends even though Gytha is a few years older than him. Gytha catches him up her and Glamaer’s dramatic brush with fire.

Angus: Wow! Did you help put Glamaer put it out?

Gytha: Oh, deeeeefinitely.




I’m deeply entertained by Glamaer trying to date one of his new step-mother’s nemeses.






They were busy while the kids were gone. That bench needs to be cleansed, like, spiritually, I think.






Gytha: Hey, *cough* wicked stepmother *cough*.

Brigid: What?

Gytha: Nothing.




Gytha has moved her loom into her and Glamaer’s room, where she doesn’t have to see any horrible parental figures when she works.






Puppy love!






A good reputation? Brigid? I don’t know about that, Wulfric.






On Samhain, Wulfric and Brigid opt to visit the shrine in the hills to give thanks to the spirits for their marriage. Some of the other townsfolk are already there, watching the bonfire built to keep away any tricksters or malicious spirits.






Brigid: I feel a sense of fortune... I am fortunate to be married to you, Wulfric.






Wulfric pauses to visit Morwenna’s niche. It’s a bittersweet moment, being here tonight.




Morwenna: HOW COME I DIDN’T GET TO BE A PART OF THE STORY? THIS SUCKS!






Glamaer manages not to set anything on fire tonight... except Lucile’s heart. *ba-dum-tish* Not only do he and Lucile share a first kiss, she asks him if he would go steady with her—to which Glamaer says yes, of course! It’s like a dream.




And with the dawn comes winter.