Yellen Viletongue

( Old story about my precious Yellen viletongue )

"N..no no no!! No no no no!!!
The frustrated call echoed inside the city of under. At the great throne sat an upset little thing, angrily ripping up red ribbons and old tattered giftwrapper. To her side was neatly nine presents piled up, all in the same old giftwraps, most of them so torned you could see what it was hiding. Stones that seemed to have been dyed in different colors,cloths and a broken pocketwatch amongst other things.

She was almost in tears as she watched her skinless fingertips accidenly claw up the delicate paper as she tried to wrap the gift in as neatly as possible. Her blank tangled hair covered most of her pale features. One could see her blackened eyes and her metaljaw that clicked up against her teeth as she frustrated cried.
She carefully placed the gift on top of the other nine before brushing off her pink mageweave shirt, and stretched it out so it would not wrinkle up. It once was a perfect fit, but now, with only her thin leathery skin covering her bones, it more looked like a robe than the shirt it used to be.
She worked with her bracelet, making sure the bell that she considered her lucky charm to be on the palm-side of her wrist. The old red silken band holding it was wrapped tightly against her skin. To the side it was written "Buttons" in italics. Not that she knew who this Buttons was, but she still considered this to be her greatest treasure.

She carefully peers around before she opens her leatherbag that she places on herlap. Sniffing down curiously at the bag filled with muffins the sindorei had offered her that night. She pokes at one, and mumbles in amazement "Ooh soft...." In a moment regretting not asking the mage how she made them so soft.
She stares blankly down at the muffins in envy, almost to the point of rage, before she looks up. Hearing voices,she crawls up into a ball, hugging her backpack tightly.
Two elven men walks past her, quirking their brows to her awkward stare at them, but leaves her with an insult in elven. Not knowing elven herself she quickly picks up a muffin from her backpack and waves it high in the air, the bell on her bracelet ringing annoyingly.
"Would you like a muffin before you go?" she yells as the men walk out from the throneroom, their noses wrinkled in a disgusted expression.
" You can have two if you like! I have lo...-" she stops waving as the men walk around the corner and fades from sight. Saddened she carefully places a prepared note by the presents,with her name and adress on it. Like every Sunday at this very time, she prayed that this time, someone would get curious enough about who it was that was handing out presents. Written in black ink across the backside of a giftwrapping paper it said "Yellen Brill" She had paid the blacksmith two necklaces and a rusty buckler for him to write it. Amazingly a man with such a brutish occupation could write and draw like an artist she thought. The text looked similar to if someone was holding a quill with their entire fist, lazily and quite angrily scribbling it down.

Walking barefeet against the cold floors she frowns, hearing her bones click against the stone. She hugs her backpack as she approaches the green waters. Carefully brushing the small spot of grass and weeds before she sits down, reopening her bag. She rakes her fingers through her hair, and smiles as much as she can without her jaw clicking out of place. She sits with a hunched back, though tries to sit up straight as she starts to pick at a muffin, sprinkling the crumbs of it down the sewagewater. Then simply waits, sitting quietly and inpatiently as she hopefully gazes at the water. Suddenly she jumps up, clapping her hands excitedly as a sickly fish shows at the surface. She giggles as it seems to tiredly be poking at one of the crumbs. Yellen kneels down and after a great deal of hesitation, she strokes a finger along the fish that lies belly up in the sewagewater. Beeming with pride over her bravery and her charms that obviously made the fish stay and not flee from her pat, she throws in one entire muffin. Then another, and another. Her giggle in pure delight echoes at the courtyard of the dead city together with the splashing sound as she keeps throwing muffins into the water.

She freezes, hearing voices again and the clopping sound of horses approaching as she was braiding in silverleafs in her hair. Without hesitation she picks up her backpack, dropping a few leafs to the ground as she rushes out and heads towards Brill and the blacksmith, who simply rolled his eyes at the sight of her. She slides from her feet being wet from the grass outside and smacks face first into a table. Shields and blades loudly smashing to the floors. The blacksmith throws his hammer loudly against the anvil once, making Yellen hold her head as she stares at the frustrated and tired man.
"...Yellen. Please." She quickly crawls to the shields, putting them all back to their place. The man shaking his head in dismay but continues his work "Brill has more places than..here. Why do you not go and see?" he sighs. Yellen smiles broadly and brushes off her clothes, waving "I will be back!!" as she leaves.

A relieved sigh leaves the blacksmith, but as he stares into the flames and the sword he was making he mutters, noticing traces of old cookies by the ashes. The table next to him covered in a massacre of blackened gingerbread-men without arms. He yells out angrily "And my workshop is not your cookingstove!!"

This was quite good, I enjoyed reading it.