Briannis looked down from her branch, her gérri fruit core balanced in her hand. She chose her target from the hundreds of people working below her, and, with perfect precision, lobbed it.
Below, in the teeming market square, a bald-headed man looked up, as the fruit hit his head. He located his granddaughter in the high thick tree, and smiled. He raised a hand in greeting, and watched as she slid down the tree, landing in a heap on the ground in front of him.
“Hi Granddad.” She smiled sweetly at him. “I hope it didn’t hurt.”
“Honestly, you and your fruit will be the death of me. One day, you’ll hit someone who isn’t as kind and forgiving as me, and then you’ll be sorry.” But he smiled to show that he was joking. Besides, they both knew that she would never hit someone else. At 16, she was probably the youngest member of the King’s Trained Bowmen, and also one of the better ones. Everybody was expecting her to become one of the King’s Elite when her 18th birthday rolled around. For herself, she was proud of her achievements, but never so much that she would boast.
She smiled at him, and he remembered the time that he had first held her, soft and warm, just two days old. She had smiled just like that. She recognized the dreamy look he put on when he was reminiscing, and poked him. He jerked into the now.
“What did you do that for?”
“To stop you dreaming of when I was a baby, and think of me now!”
“Okay…” He put on a ridiculous ‘thinking’ expression that made her laugh, which made him laugh, until they were both almost in tears.
A market trader, having given up for the day, barged past, knocking Briannis to the ground. She got up, her fit of giggles forgotten, only prevented from marching after the trader and returning the favor by her grandfather’s soft hand on her shoulders.
“This is a market, Brianna, and he does need to get home. He probably has a wife and kids to feed, and maybe parents like me, who can’t be bothered to find their own home.”
“She smiled a muted smile, and turned round.
“I know,” She sighed, “I just can’t stand the rudeness of some people.”
“We can’t all be as perfect as you are.” Her grandfather countered, his eyes twinkling. She stuck her tongue out at him.
This isn’t quite finished yet, but until I figure out more about their home, I’m not going to be able to do much more. It’s in a good place to pause anyway, so you can have it early.