Sega (Results, #13) (Makeup Day Entry)

Draining and cleaning the reflection pool was the most difficult project Sega undertook while renovating the Desrosers’ estate courtyard. She had to carry heavy buckets of water--two at a time, with one weighing down each arm until they felt like they’d pop right out of her shoulder--down the winding path through the front gate. She dumped the stinking green water into the marsh, praying all the while that there weren’t any morbol seeds germinating in the stagnant pond that she may have just flushed back into the ecosystem.

Her shoulders ached every day for weeks, a dull pain that was everywhere but also nowhere in specific. Sega hadn’t done this type of physical labor since leaving the Steppe, and there were plenty of good godsdamned reasons why Sega had left the Steppe! Sucking dick for a living had been far easier on the joints than this type of work.

After draining the pool, she had to scrub it clean of all the fetid algae, spending long afternoons bent over on all fours and tending to the masonwork with a large bristle brush while the sun twinkled merrily through the trees and dappled her pale arms and legs. After several days of letting it dry out, she then had to pull up bucket after bucket from the well to refill it, using her whole body’s weight to heave each load up from the depths. Her weary bones creaked in tandem with the creaking of the rope as they worked together to pull crystal clear water out of the darkness beneath the forest.

At the end of the project, Sega’s hands were gnarled and full of callouses where handles and ropes had chafed her palms bloody. She had once had such soft, delicate hands. Customers had sometimes commented on her light touch, but the correct word was pampered. Even with the Khotgor, she had chosen not to fight, not to hunt. She had always believed that her strength was people, not physical or magical prowess.

Being able to see the fruits of her labor in a real and tangible way was a novel reward. She stood back, retreating to the topiary to get a clear view of the abandoned mansion reflected in the renovated pond. The large stained glass windows flickered colorfully in the gently moving water, stirred by a light breeze that made the leaves on the hedge animals sway back and forth.

Sega beamed, delighted by the animating effect that the wind had on her custom topiary, bringing the green snurbles and puddings briefly to life. The designs for the topiary came straight out of Sarangerel’s bestiary, and Sega had tended carefully to the overgrown bushes until they sprung back to vibrancy in a new, only slightly creepy form in the shape of her sister’s life’s work. Ezenzakhialga had asked her to make a monument to Sarangerel, but he hadn’t known that she’d already planned to do exactly that, long before he’d asked. Perhaps because he’d never bothered to ask after her.

A darkness flashed over her face while the breeze still whipped her hair, but she quickly shoved her thoughts aside, pulling out a glass-blown pipe and settling down under a nearby snurble to light it up and take a few calming puffs. Better spirits immediately washed over her as the warmth filled her up and she looked around at the very real effect she’d had on this little corner of the world. Evette was going to be so pleased with this! Hopefully the children would be too, when the house was renovated and finally filled with orphans for Sega to care for. Cleaning diapers sounded like a far more palatable living to her than ever having to scrub out that nasty pond again, but it felt good to have done it once. It was nice to change things for the better, to turn chaos into order... just the once.

She leaned back, petting the branches of the whispering hedge snurble and blowing smoke rings up at the tree line. “Sister, you’d never believe this if you could see it,” she said out loud, to nobody.

@kalaisgreen and my beautiful Khotgor babes, courtesy of @luhbrazart! Thank you SO MUCH for drawing them!

leveling your GC on an RP alt so you can buy a room for them is a pain in the ass. i don’t wanna do content on this character, i just wanna smoke fantasy weed and talk to people.

she found this dress under wyra’to’s bed and decided to keep it

what’s a guy like that need a dress for anyway

he ain’t gonna miss it

ooc selfie shot

tantrum fallout

dont judge me

in the business, we call this supplication

pay no attention to this completely normal woman. she’s here to help.

you know i hate it when you call me sister

evette, arguing with her co-workers over the linkshell

sega, making soup for the infirm with the voidflu