Veridia Round 5: Salter

[eulalia]

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Things are a lot quieter in this household without Gytha here! This round the Salters got a ‘nothing much happened’ ROS roll. Why does only Arturo get the bad rolls? Why can’t Wulfric get a few turtles dropped on his head?

Actually, Wulfric is sick with a cold when the round starts, but that’s not enough. I need him to suffer.








At least Brigid’s a better parental figure to her own child (so far).




Brigid also has to send off a fine to Headwoman Norweni for being caught starting a fight last round. If she had been fighting a playable, the money would go to them, but since it was a townie the best thing I could come up with was sending it to Norweni herself. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯




Why... why do you have that?






Unlike Gytha’s raging, Glamaer copes with his ineffectual father and grouchy step-mother by ignoring them and avoiding spending too much time at home. He fishes, he works on harvesting salt, he goes into town to spend time with his friends.








And, of course, Enna often comes by on her day off, despite her complaints about having to walk so far to see him. Glamaer can’t wait until they come of age and he can propose to her.




But there’s something else on his mind ever since Drustan convinced him to spend a night in the cave in the hills. He saw something there, and he can’t shake the idea that it was the spirit of his mother. There’s no good explanation for how he knows it was her, he just knows in his heart that it was.

He wonders if she would be proud of him.

Since that night, though, sometimes he feels the sensation of eyes on his back, but when he turns around there’s no one there. Drustan says it’s probably just his imagination filling in blanks.




Well, after three babies you should know the solution to stinky ones.






Once he’s recovered from his cold, Wulfric decides to take Brigid out for an evening on the town aka a visit to the mead hall.

('eulalia, didn’t you say Brigid doesn’t drink?’ it’s non-alcoholic cider, thanks for asking!)






And surprise surprise, Gytha was there as well, but when Wulfric tried to greet her, she up and left the lot entirely. Good for you, girl!! (Gytha never even comes by the house to try to knock over the trash, that's how much she hates them.)




Glam doesn’t mind being left to babysit; Gwendolen is so cute, and she’s not at all a fussy baby.




Besides, Enna is here as backup.




Glamaer: You just sit and rest your feet! You deserve to have someone else cooking dinner for you once in a while.

Enna: You can cook?

Glamaer: I can cook!




please don’t set the house on fire again.




Enna: Okay, that does smell delicious. Thank you!

Glamaer: Any time. I kinda had to learn, it’s that or eat Brigid’s burnt stew all the time.






Glamaer isn’t wrong about there being unseen eyes watching. Someone tagged along with him when he left the cave that night.






And she is pissed off.




Brigid and Wulfric get no sleep tonight. Strange noises emanate throughout the house, wailing and banging.

Brigid: This house is haunted, I swear it!

Wulfric: I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for this, Brigid.

Brigid: Yes! It’s that the house is haunted!!








Glamaer and Gwendolen, of course, slept like babies. Well, one of them is a baby, but you know what I mean.




Ghosts or no, it’s time to open the fish stall!




Update: I don’t think it was Drustan, I think Ebba is just like that.






Brigid’s sister Derelei finally visits to meet her new niece.

Derelei: She’s such a doll, Brigid! I can hardly wait to have my own.

Brigid: Oh, did you meet someone new yet? I’m so glad you dumped that nasty woman. She’s so uncouth.

Derelei: Um... not yet. I thought I would take a little time for myself before...

Brigid: Well, maybe you should put yourself out there a little more. You’re not getting any younger after all, little sister!

Derelei: 😐


* * *






Glamaer and Enna have a very romantic date, complete with a kiss under the stars.




You’re going to fall into the sea if you lean back any further.




Enna: Soooo... d'you want to take me to bed now?

Glamaer: What? I mean, yeah! If you’re ready?

Enna: Oh, definitely. Do you feel ready?

Glamaer: Yes!




Glamaer: You look so pretty with your hair down. I mean, you’re always pretty, but I mean—

Enna: *laugh* I know what you’re trying to say. Don’t tie yourself into knots over it.






With Glamaer (and Enna) only a few days away from aging up, I decided to add on another room to the house for them. They certainly have the money for additions. If the house gets too cramped, I’ll probably make the second floor taller and turn it into a loft.






The fresh spring air seems to have made Wulfric and Brigid even more lovey-dovey.

Glamaer: Really? In front of my frumenty?




Wulfric’s friend Cara stops by while he’s working in town.

Brigid: He’s still at the market, but you’re welcome to come in and wait for him if you like.

Cara: Thank you kindly, Brigid.




Half the townspeople think Cara is soooo handsome, but I haven’t seen him have any affairs or even flirtations yet. (He and Brigid actually have three bolts. 👀 But Brigid is very devoted to her husband and only takes a few admiring glances.)








Brigid invited her sister over again for Gwendolen’s birthday, and she brought one of her friends with her, Aífe, who is the soon-to-be spouse of Kinet, Norweni’s likely successor. Brigid would love to befriend Aífe; Norweni has to retire sooner or later, and it wouldn’t be a bad thing to be in good with the next village headman...






I took a peek at Derelei’s wants panel while she was here... awww, honey, stay strong.

If she doesn’t connect with any of the newcomers this round, I’m gonna make up an excuse to move her in here with Brigid so she can be playable.








There’s a full table for Gwendolen’s first birthday. Her big sister is absent, but no one expected Gytha to come anyway.






That’s a lot of teeth for a toddler. I think. I’m not an expert.




Gwen is the most Virgo who ever Virgoed.






Rare sighting of good parenting intentions from Wulfric.




Gwendolen looks almost identical to her mother, except that she has Wulfric’s eye shape.






Glamaer is either ignoring or hasn’t noticed that everyone else in the house hates his fiddle practice. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯












I know, Brigid, it’s so sexy when he does the bare minimum.






Glamaer is still doggedly trying to befriend Angus, though Angus doesn’t always make it easy. He’s nice enough when you do get him talking, but he can be a bit argumentative (gee, I wonder who he got that from); he’s very set in his opinions. Discussing their apprenticeships/work is a safe enough bet, though.

Anyway, who knows, in a few years they might be brothers-by-law! Although, again, who knows with Gytha.






The business is doing so well that Wulfric completely sells out of fish. They fly off the shelves faster than Wulfric and Glamaer can fish them up (it might help if Wulfric actually fished more than once every three days).








Glamaer has a rare day off from the shop and opts to spend it with Enna.




Enna: Glam, I’m going to tell you something, and I’d like it if you just consider it.

Glamaer: Um... okay?

Enna: You don’t like your father very much, or Brigid for that matter, correct?

Glamaer: He’s... fine. I mean, I do like them better when they’re not here...

Enna: And I’ve noticed you do a lot of the work at the shop and here.

Glamaer: Da does the sales and the Evervale market, so it just makes sense.




Enna: You do most of the fishing, and you know how to make the salt. I think you could strike out on your own, start your own business, and do very well.

Glamaer: You mean without Da?

Enna: Competing with him, even.

Glamaer: I couldn’t do that to him! He’s my father! He’s the one who taught me all of this anyway, I owe it to him.

Enna: *sigh* Just consider it, alright?

Glamaer: Fine. But I really don’t think I could do that. Surely Veridia’s not big enough for two fishmongers anyway.

That's all! Next round Glamaer will age up (so will Gytha/Drustan/Enna), how exciting.