Childhood Reunion(part 1)

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Childhood Reunion(part 1)

 

The wing glazed through the brown Qalasheen Falcon’s feathers as it glided to the young boy on the steps of Rubern, his gray turban was covered in dust, as his regimental colors rested in the turban’s folds, His uniform patchy and dusted with small bits of dried mud upon the bottom, the colors of his regiment wrapped around him like a belt of pride, that was lightly dusted from the dirt roads he often patrolled, the Rubernian soldiers sitting around together, some cleaning their weapons, some reading mail, as some took dried meat and chewed upon it. 

 

His Qalasheen crossbow rested in between his legs, it would be cleaned and well kept, a bolt resting inside it as it was loaded. The falcon flew and landed onto the boy’s shoulder, he slowly turned to the falcon, reaching his semi rough hand to pet the silky soft feathers of the Qalasheen falcon. As he reached his hand to take the letter from the falcon’s bamboo carrier.

Upon reading the letter the young 15 year old would sit confused yet a soft smile on his face, until a voice spoke up “What is the letter about Saeed?” A officer in the same clothing as the boy looked down upon him, Saeed stood up and saluted the commanding officer, placing a fist to his chest and a dip of the head, keeping his head lowered until a signal of the hand “So what's the news?” the farfolk man looked to him a brow raised, Saeed would look at the letter and begin to read;

“To Officer Hamza and proud regiment of Al-Faiz, You are ordered to return home, As a reward for your six years on the frontline fighting for the sake of Allah and for our sheikhdom, Enjoy your time home, for you will be sent back to the front in due time, once resupplying the needed materials to our allies.”

As the young Qalasheen read out the orders the men took off their turbans, which was wrapped around a firm cap to keep them in shape and place, and threw them in the air with cheers of joy and happiness, it had been a gruesome six long years as they stayed on the front line, they prepared themselves to march to home, months passed as the soldiers arrived to the gates of their beloved sheikhdom. The soldiers began to disperse into the crowd of welcoming citizens and loved ones. But not Saeed, letters streamed in to a friend of his whom’s wife talked of a girl who was tasked with working the bakery, Elena, he recalled, he remembered a long ago friend of his which went by that name, he made his way to the bakery in hopes to see them once more. His unloaded crossbow held by the center as he walked down the busy street going down the steps to the bakery he once knew. 

A warm smell of baklava was coming from the bakery as he approached, inside a soft song was emitted from inside the bakery from a girl, Saeed would open the door, his Qalasheen Crossbow clicking and clacking as he stepped, the girl turned raising a large freshly cleaned frying pan to hit the intruder but upon seeing saeed their eyes widened as they stumbled back with the pan in the air “S-saeed?” The thirteen year old girl spoke in shock as she fell on the floor. Saeed simply took a bundle of grapes from his satchel as he offered it to her “I promised i’d bring you some Orenian grapes, Did you know that kaffirs make these grapes into wine?” he rolled his nose back in disgust as he mentioned it “I got them for you after we patoled past a orenian vineyard.” he said as he set the lush large green grapes onto the table as he went around to the edge of the table and reached his hand to help her up. “How have you been Elena? Is Sahir Alright? How's Ameen? We have so much to catch up on” he said with a warm smile. With that Elena took his hand and arose to her feet offering a happy chubby cheek smile “Things are going well, I now run the bakery as ordered by Ameen whenever ever i'm not doing my servant duties.”. Saeed would reach into his satchel as he took out a small chain, that’s centerpiece was of a arrow head, dulled and blunted to make it safe, as he offered it to her a warm smile on his face, in which she took and looked at it closely, the chain itself after closer inspection was made of different pieces of iron, one could assume old weapons that broke, made into a iron chain, that looked normal to the eye if not inspected. Her eyes widened and sparkled “It's so pretty! Did you make it?” she asked with a warm smile, as saeed gave a soft nod “The centerpiece has a story, but that's for another time, come let's go to the square.” he smiled making his way out the door, he stood there for a while as he waited, for only Elena to come out with a soft warm smile and a tint of red on her cheeks as she offered him some freshly brewed Qalasheen chamomile tea, in which he reached to take with a soft warm smile as he brought it to his lips and took it all down in one go, before setting it on the table, taking her by the wrist to rush to the square “Come on, Lets go!” he’d shout “slow down Saeed!” as she gave off a soft giggle as the two made way to the square.

(based of current rp events, This is part 1, Stayed tuned for part 2 soon!)