The Sea (SkittlesAndSpike & Nemopedia)

Deirdre wasn’t sure if the stench was worsening, or if she was simply overwhelmed. More yells as a second household was struck with the same disaster, this time no one was making use of the bathroom as the members rushed out. And another, and yet another.

Clutching onto Hayden’s arm Deirdre stood and watched, disgusted but also curious. “What did you store that stinks so badly?” the female mused, wondering why humans would terrorise themselves like that by allowing it inside. Or perhaps this was why humans liked to litter the sea so much. In any case, Deirdre was grossed out by the whole event.

“Your place is safe, right?” the female questioned, eyes squinting as she saw more households rushing outside, the same stinking goo stuck to their soles as they did so. Almost as if it was flooding out of their houses.

Finally moving the female let Hayden lead her. This time she made no demand that he carried her, though she still didn’t like the feeling of the soil, the stench occupying her thoughts. It certainly had been strange.

ooc: You can have Hayden get caught by his parents or you can skip to the next morning if you want. c:
 
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The foul stench that had erupted the night before lingered in the air still, offended Hayden's nose so horribly that he had his nose pinched together by a clothespin in a somewhat fruitful attempt to block out the smell. Was it painful? A little. Was it worth it? He wasn't completely sure, but he found himself leaning more towards yes than no. His mother called him ridiculous and silly, but if protecting his sense of smell meant being silly, then he would be silly with a smile.

Speaking of his mother, she had almost caught he and Deirdre the other night, having stumbled outside after hearing the commotion from the other homes. Thankfully, their home was okay, at least in the sense that the same sludge hadn't erupted from their place, but the surrounding homes made sure that didn't make too much of a difference. Hayden was only barely able to avoid trouble and did so by distracting his mom with the empty plate. He had done what the others couldn't: gotten the girl to consume food. Unfortunately for him, this meant that he had the honor of doing it again, and no amount of protesting would get him out of it. He supposed he should just be glad he didn't mention that he got her to speak as well. Then not only would he be badgered, but she would be swarmed with people asking her questions again, and he knew she wouldn't like that.

There was one good advantage to checking on her; he wouldn't have to help as much with the cleanup efforts. So when he was asked to do just that, he didn't argue, he was almost too glad to say "Yes ma'am" and be on his way, a bowl of porridge in each hand, one for her and one for himself. He only hoped today would be better than last night. They never did quite make it to the sea, after all, and with what happened last night, if she wanted to try again, it would be a little harder.

The boy opened the door to her quarters, after briefly knocking with his foot, a task that was pretty difficult with his hands full. But by carefully stacking the bowls he was able to do get it open, clearing his throat to further announce his presence. "Good morning, I brought more food." He unstacked the bowls as he stepped inside.

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Despite the stench surrounding them Deirdre had managed to fall into a deep sleep for the first time since her arrival into the human village. Whether it was because of a stomach filled, or exhaustion finally catching up no one would ever know. She did dream, however. Deirdre dreamt of the sea, of home.

The salt in the air, the constant breeze always rushing into the water, the waves clashing, Deirdre remembered them so well. The sea itself, the water, lapsed at her feet. It beckoned her to come, to come home and return. The female would have done exactly so, she had already lifted her feet to do so when the sea suddenly pulled away.

With her feet wet she was left alone in the sandbanks as the sea retreated without her. Deirdre could only stare helplessly, feeling abandoned by her own home.


She was back in the room again. No closer to the sea, no closer to home, and the stench of human waste was making its way into every corner that it could find. For a bit Deirdre had wondered if this stench could also attach itself to her, altering her scent in such a foul manner that no one would ever recognise her. She quickly dismissed it as a silly worry, burying her nose deeper into the pillow to find temporary relief from the smell.

The food that entered the room seemed worse than the days before. Perhaps it was the stench that was ruining her appetite, but the female liked to blame it to the general kitchen of the humans.

“I don’t want it,” she responded almost instantly, only reprieving herself from the pillow for a second before burying herself away again. “It stinks,” she mumbled from underneath the blankets that she had pulled over her head. Though not meaning to say that it was the food that smelled Deirdre had indirectly insulted the carefully made porridge in one go as well. Upset as she still was at the dream, at finding herself back here instead of in the sea, and at the whole situation of the village she didn’t think of her words.