Veridia Round 8: Salter

[eulalia]

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Gytha: She slapped me!




Brigid: Your sister needs to learn when to hold her tongue—




Gytha: She started it, she was talking about my child! Said that it's a shame about his mother, but maybe Aedan will grow up alright with Angus's influence—and you know she only tolerates Angus because he's too mild to do anything but ignore her sniping, and she needs a healer to listen to her bullshit fake maladies—




Brigid: I have never met such an unpleasant girl—




Glamaer: And?

Gytha: And what?

Glamaer: And I know you'd never let an insult stand, so what is it you said that made her slap you?

Gytha: I told her she's lucky our father died when he did, because otherwise he would have gotten sick of her by now too! It's true and I won't take it back! Are you really taking her side?




Glamaer: *sighs* By Cernunno's horns, I'm just trying to find out what happened, since you're both yelling at me about it

Gytha: If she ever lays a single finger on me again, I'm taking it to the headwoman. Maybe Norweni will take her hand next time.




Glamaer: I doubt that. Look, next time, can you just... walk away? Don't give her the pleasure of an insult.

Gytha: I can't believe you're taking her side.




Glamaer: I'm gonna say this once, Brigid. Leave my sister alone. I've let you stay here for Gwennie's sake and your own, but this is my holding and that can change.

Brigid: I'm Wulfric's widow. I have a right to be here.

Glamaer: Then leave Gytha alone and we won't have to find out who has the stronger claim.




Good question, ROS.


* * *




Glamaer has other work he needs to do besides mediating Gytha and Brigid's spats. He's been the only one working at the shop recently, since Enna has her hands full at home with Eamon and Meria.








Cara: Hey there, boy. How's it going down here?

Glamaer: Just fine.

Cara: You know, I'm sure your father would be proud to see you handling the shop and everything so well.

Glamaer: Oh, uh... thank you.

(Reminder that Cara was Wulfric's one [1] friend, lmao.)


* * *








Enna's days are full of childcare again... at least they're her own children this time?




And Brigid is being extremely helpful, as usual.






Gwendolen did finally get her friend Cináed's mother to crack open that fossil rock Glamaer gave her last round. Turns out it had a big shell inside it, though it doesn't look like any of the shells Gwen finds along the shoreline. She makes sure to keep it up on her shelf where the babies can't reach it.




Enna: Brigid—

Brigid: Yes, Enna?

Enna: I just put him there to eat. Don't you dare take him out.

Brigid: Hmph.










Gwendolen: Why do you and Mummy have to fight all the time? I don't like it—can't you be nice?

Glamaer: *sighs* Your mother is—we just disagree about some things. I'm sorry if we were shouting. I promise it's nothing to do with you, Gwennie. Come on, are you ready for Meria's birthday?






I didn't want to risk inviting Gytha over, but Brigid's sister Derelei did come. :)






At least this kid has nice points!




Glamaer: How did this break? No one's even used it today.








Meria: Muh-m-mamaaaa!

Enna: Shh—*yawns* Mum's comin'...

Glamaer: I'll get her, I'm not sleeping anyway.






Meria: *sniffles*

Glamaer: What's got you in a fuss, wee one? Bad dream? Got a tooth coming in?




No one except Brigid sleeps very well tonight—the sound of the shutters banging wakes Gwendolen, and she could swear that candle wasn't lit when she fell asleep. Maybe Enna or Glam left it there when they checked on Eamon.










Gwendolen likes to go on walks along the shore when everyone else is occupied. She often finds things to bring home; seaweed, crabs for Glamaer when she can catch them on the rocks, or little trinkets for her to stash under her bed.












Glamaer might be tired from a sleepless night, but he's still happy to sit down and play with the kids for a while.


* * *




Can't believe it's not Brigid starting things today, smh. I forgot Cara and Garden Club Townie have beef for some reason.










Oh yeah, now you're appalled by violence. Sure.




Brigid hates lightning bugs. And bees. And wasps. And caterpillars. And spiders. Most creepy-crawly things, really.




I got it into my head that these two might at least become friends—nope.

Brigid: All I said was that the weather is nice today!




Back home, Glam tries to take a nap and is immediately woken by Eamon banging on his little musical toy they mistakenly gave him.










Oh, what are you crying about? Is your urn not fancy enough??






Glamaer: There, all ready for bed. Huh, someone didn't empty the tub... well, I wouldn't mind a bath, I s'pose.






After tucking Eamon into bed, Glamaer shuts the door, turns, and finds himself face to face with the visage of his late father. It's just for a moment, but Wulfric's face is so clear—and angry.




Glamaer: What—I—oh spirits.




Glamaer: Enna—Enna, wake up!




Glamaer: I saw him! I, he was right in my face, and—

Enna: *yawns* Saw who, Glam?

Glamaer: My father! His ghost! He's—he's—




Enna: You woke me for this? Glamaer, ghosts aren't real.

Glamaer: How can you say that?

Enna: Everyone makes a fuss about doing this and that to make sure someone's spirit moves on, but it's not as if anyone's actually seen a ghost hanging around because they weren't buried facing the right way or something.




Glamaer: But—

Enna: *sigh* Love, you're exhausted and seeing things because of it. You barely slept last night. Go to bed.




Maybe Enna's right. In fact, he's sure she is; he's practically falling asleep on his feet... perhaps he was dreaming. He just needs some rest.




Of course, Meria has other ideas.




Enna: Brr, it's cold in here. He could've at least re-lit the hearth when he was wandering around talking about ghosts... *grumbles*






Do we ALL have to be in the anachronistic bathroom at once?




He's not having a good time today, btw.


* * *




Gwendolen: Mummy, can we go visit Gytha? I haven't gotten to play with her in a really, really long time.




Brigid: What? Absolutely not. In fact, I don't want you speaking to that woman, Gwendolen. She's a bad influence.

Gwendolen: But—

Brigid: End of discussion.






Enna took one look at the dark circles under Glamaer's eyes and sent him back to bed after breakfast.




Eamon is aging up tonight, and he finally learned to walk juuuuuust in time. It took so long to teach this kid all his toddler skills.






Speaking of, Glam decided when he woke up again that it would be nice to make a little treat for Eamon's birthday. Maybe it would also help make it up to Enna after he woke her in the middle of the night with nonsense stories—with two toddlers, it's not as if she's getting much more rest than he is these days.






Gwendolen: I don't think shortbread is supposed to smell like that?




Cheer up! At least you didn't set the house on fire this time!




Enna: I'm going to the market, Gwen. Would you like to come with me? We could visit Gytha.

Gwendolen: Um, Mummy said I shouldn't talk to her...

Enna: Not talk to your sister? Well, that's just silly. Besides, your mummy doesn't have to know.

Gwendolen: Hm... alright!




Gytha: Oh, Angus's little sisters like this game too. Ready?

Gwendolen: Yeah!






I'm not sure Gwen does actually like this game.




Riverstones is more her speed. Luckily Gytha is happy to play this game too. Gwen doesn't understand why Brigid dislikes Gytha so much—Gytha is really nice and she's good at telling jokes. And Gwendolen wouldn't mind being as pretty as Gytha is when she grows up, either.


* * *




There's no such thing as me taking too many pictures of Enna being pretty, sorry.




What's this? Is Brigid perhaps calling a truce in hostilities?




No.






Enna is a little peeved that she can't have her best friend here for her children's birthdays because of Brigid, but she does her best to just focus on celebrating the kids instead.




Eamon has grown into quite the little young lad! He looks a lot like his mother, I think. I forgot to get his third trait, but it can't be worse than 'hates the outdoors' for a fisherman's son. Actually, no, I bet it'll be hydrophobic.








Glamaer actually gets a solid night of sleep, cuddled up behind Enna. Now he's certain she was right. It wasn't a ghost, just an image conjured by a tired and... perhaps somewhat guilty mind.

Surely his father would understand if he could that it was an accident, right?






Well, aren't you a little ray of sunshine?




Also, guys. Guys, should I make Gwendolen a knowledge sim??? I think she might want to be a Knowledge sim.


* * *




It's Yuletide, and Glamaer has a few small gifts for the children.




Brigid: Really? Right in front of my salad fidchell?




Waiting for Brigid to also complain about this.






Eamon: Boo!

Meria: Eeee!




I'm not sure next to the rickety-ass fence that's been here since you were a small child yourself is the best spot for this, Glamaer.




Enna: It would be lovely for everyone if Gytha and Angus could come to the party tonight too... you know, I think it would be very magnanimous of you if you were to agree to let bygones be bygones. A wonderful example for all of us, really—




Brigid: I can tell what you're trying to do, Enna. You're laying it on a bit thick. But yes, I suppose so.

Enna: Wonderful!






I accidentally invited both Angus and his bio-dad to the party, but they completely avoided each other all on their own the entire time. 👍 See, Brigid, this is how you do familial estrangement! I don't think I've ever seen either of them even greet the other, and trust me, I watch them when they both turn up on community lots.






Brigid: Gytha, your... dress looks... nice.

Gytha: ...Yeah, which of them put you up to this?

Brigid: Well, Enna, but she had a point. We've both said things we shouldn't have—perhaps we should put it behind us and let it be?




Gytha: You ruined my life. I spent a year counting the days until I could leave this house!

Brigid: I admit, perhaps I wasn't fully prepared to handle two step-children, but—

Gytha: Just leave me alone. And I had better not ever overhear you talking about me or my children again! If you want to turn over a new leaf, start by shutting your fucking mouth for once.




I would just like to note, Brigid's relationship with Gytha is actually much higher than with Glamaer (they aren't even enemies anymore), but she's only ever trying to autonomously fight one of them and it's not Glam. 🤔






Maddan: So, nice little party, eh?




Brigid: Why are you talking to me?




Guys, I can't believe they don't get along???








Eamon and Bel are fast friends…








...and Gytha spends the majority of the party playing peek-a-boo with her niece. 🥹








I'm glad these two are sort of friends now; I think Glam needs someone to talk to while Drustan is still away.






Brigid eventually dipped on the party to stargaze instead. You know, I think next round I need to find some sort of job for Brigid to do around the village. Get her out of the house to torment more, different people and earn some simoleons to satisfy her Fortune secondary.


* * *






Glamaer: ...Why is the door open? Does the latch need fixing again?








Glamaer pads restlessly around the house before giving up and trying to sleep. It's not really Wulfric, is it? It can't be, surely...




Enna doesn't seem to think so.




Meria: Mama!

Enna: Good morning—ouch, hands off the earring, please. I forgot to take them out last night... Eamon, you're going out with your da today.

Eamon: But I don't wanna.

Enna: Well, that's too bad, then, isn't it?








Eamon doesn't like fishing, or the horse, or anything much to do with outdoors except maybe jumping in mud puddles.

Eamon: Why do I hafta come to the shop with you?

Glamaer: Well, you could stay home and help your mother do laundry...

Eamon: Never mind, shop's great.

Glamaer: If you're good, we'll stop at the market for a snack afterward.




Gytha: Hi! Wow, you look awful.

Glamaer: Thanks.




Gytha: What's wrong?

Glamaer: Nothing. Can't sleep.

Gytha: Ah, is Meria still keeping you guys up? She'll grow out of it soon, I'm sure.








Aunt Gytha entertains Eamon while Glam upsells his fish.

Glamaer: Just imagine how much fish stew you could make with a bass this size, Aífe!










Eamon may have found his match in Sabren Seax. That's a face promising vengeance if I've ever seen one.




Glamaer: Eamon! Come on, or you'll miss your meal!




Spotted: Fial and Angus chatting.










Orla: Hi!

Enna: Orla! I'm so happy to see you! I am starved for adult company. Brigid hardly counts.




Orla: You look a bit tired. Everything alright?

Enna: Oh... it's really silly. Glamaer's been having trouble sleeping and, well, he claims he's being haunted. I keep telling him it's just bad dreams, not ghosts, but of course all this means I keep getting woken up too...




Orla: Oh, no you shouldn't mess around with ghosts!

Enna: Not you too. Ghosts aren't real!




Orla: Of course they are! You just need some wards on the house, that'll keep any ghosts away.

Enna: Hmm. Could you, theoretically, create these wards? I mean, I don't think the house is haunted, but maybe it would make Glam feel better.

Orla: Oh, no. River might know how, though!

Enna: Great. Thanks.


* * *






Brigid and Gwen went into town for a bit, where I guess Kinet lets Brigid know he's happy she hasn't been fighting anyone lately. That's what you think, Kinet.




Oh, this wasn't really how I wanted to make Wulfraed a playable, Ælfwyn, but good for you.




Congrats to Xiuying for being the first sim to find this swing I put up for the children.




After his long day out, Eamon has to take a nap when they get home.




So does Glam, actually.








Glamaer: Why does this keep happening to me?




Enna: *urp* I don't think he need to sear it quite so much...




In fact, Enna sneaks back out of bed after Glam falls asleep to scarf down some leftovers. An odd sound catches her attention… but the wind off the sea makes all sorts of strange noises in the night, especially this time of year when the trees are bare and their branches creak and scratch against each other.






Sleeplessness is getting old.




Glamaer: Where'd you go?

Enna: Just nipped to the outhouse.

Glamaer: I can hardly sleep without you here...

Enna: Well, go to sleep now, love. There's no ghosts or monsters under the bed; I checked.

Glamaer: Har har, very funny.

Comments

[nerianasims]

Gwendolyn definitely looks like a Knowledge Sim to me.

[eulalia]

Most of my kid sims will roll a skill want once in a while, but Gwen's running circles around them! I think she has more skill points than half the adults in this save.

[tedsies]

getting kinda nervous that glamaer is going to be scared to death by his dad׳s ghost one of these days 😱that would be horribly poetic! interesting that his ghost never presents himself to brigid, though…

[eulalia]

Oh crap, I didn't even think of that when I was setting up the hauntings. 😅 I ended up summoning Wulfric's ghost with Christianlov's ghost controller because he was not following my storyline ideas. Typical Wulfric. But both now and when he shows up on his own, Wulfric never scares Brigid, the one sim who would probably like to see his ghost.