SH mini event entry: Immutable StepsSouthern Uruguay, 1873SH mini event entry: Immutable Steps by Starhorse
The stars disappeared as something heavy smothered over Tiago’s face. He twisted, trying to free himself from the rough wrap of someone else’s poncho. He heard the draw of a knife, and a hand held his face down as the blade pressed against his throat. He tried to push away in a panic, felt one of his flailing blows hit, and whoever was on top of him swore.
“Youhijo de puta!”
“What the hel--kuuhk”
A knee crushed down across Tiago’s throat, cutting the curse off.
He reached up, groping blindly for a handful of hair, still kicking. While he struggled with his free hand to unsheath his own knife, he heard fabric tear, a cold weight against his stomach, and a sliding pierce of pain as the other man’s knife tore into his belly. Tiago made a surprised, gutteral cry, the sound muffled by the heavy fabric stuffed over his face.
He finally managed to pull away, grasped the hilt of his facón and yanked it fr
SH:FF:I5 Taste of FriendshipTiago wandered the Aurora Market, drinking in the noise and the color and smells. There were few things he truly loved about the city, but food was one of them. After living on maté, beef, and spare military rations for as long as he could remember, with only poor additions like polenta or squash thrown in occasionally, he could never get enough of the new tastes the city offered. He’d made no specific plans for the day, but had saved enough money to try food from at least a half-dozen stalls. He had his guitar with him as well--if he ran out of money he’d set up on a street corner for a while before going for another round.SH:FF:I5 Taste of Friendship by Starhorse
He’d finally picked a stall to start at, and was listening to the chef describe what looked to be some sort of fried dumpling when he saw a familiar face.
It was a beautiful day out. The sun was shining high in the sky and the market was full of people bustling about from stall to stall, trying to decide which of the dozens of dishes to tr
SH:FF:I4 Founder's Monday at the MetTiago fidgeted in the sign-in line for amateur competitors. He’d been to the Met now a handful of times to watch, but never had the courage to actually sign up—filling out the ‘simple’ paperwork to join in with all the letters flipping around made anxious. Still, Amynta had convinced him that he’d waited long enough.SH:FF:I4 Founder's Monday at the Met by Starhorse
He wished now he’d taken her up on it before, on a day without so many people. “Are you sure this is a good idea? We could...come back another day.”
“I think it would be good to try at least, you were eyeing it for so long.” Amynta said, having put her hair up in intricate small twists and braids, courtesy of her brother.
Looking around she hummed a little, contemplating.
“There's quite a few people here.”
Edwin rolled up his sleeves as he fumbled his way through the crowd. It was bustling more than usual, and he found himself bumping into many other citizens, apologizing to each as he made h