Rosa cleans the dust off of things and puts away the groceries that Frostine had brought from the other town before moving onto the bathroom and linen closet.
After about forty-five minutes, Frostine comes down the stairs rubbing her red eyes, and climbs into Thorgr's lap, laying her head against his chest. Looking around she asks, "Where is she?"
"Love you too." Dagmarr whispers as her love keeps herself busy.
As the sorceress comes downstairs, she observes Frostine, silently waiting to see what happens.
Seeing the look on Dagmarr's face she says, "Don't worry, I'm not mad, but I do need to explain some things to her. Like the fact that I'm a grown ass woman who can decide for herself what my body needs, and no one needs to be trying to play care taker and tell me what to do, or....spank me when I don't do what they want me to do." She sighs, "She's new here, so I'll give her the benefit of the doubt and a pass this ONE time, since I have no idea what kind of life she came from. It must have been a pretty crappy one for her to think that it was okay to do that to me." The petite sorceress explains from the safety of her husband's lap as he holds her. Her bottom was still a little tender, but she wasn't gonna hit Rosa back. That just wouldn't solve anything.
Rosa finishes up what she was doing and goes back to the living room. Seeing Frostine in Thorgr's lap she stops, "Oh, you're up already? Sooo...how are you feeling?"
She tilts her head to the side slightly, "Fine, for the most part. Come to the kitchen with me, we need to have a chat." Giving her husband's cheek a kiss, she climbs down and heads into the kitchen.
The color drains slightly from her face as she gives Dagmarr a look of apprehension, before following the sorceress into the kitchen.
Rosa finds Frostine in the kitchen with a chair pulled out from the table, "Have a seat, you'll forgive me if I remain standing for this meeting."
After Rosa sits, Frostine leans against the sink and regards the dhampir for a moment. Finally she speaks after giving Rosa adequate time to squirm in her seat, "So, I'm going to start this conversation by telling you that I'm sorry for whatever kind of life you had before that made you think what you did to me was okay. Nothing about what happened earlier was okay. I am not a child, I am not your child, you have no right to spank me." Frostine takes a breath, "My parents never even did to me what you did. Ignoring me wasn't much better....but I'm better off now, so I'll just let that be. I know I may be young, but I'm not stupid. I can decide for myself when I need rest, when I need water, and when and how much I need to eat. I haved done very well without a nanny, and I don't need one now. You're new here so I'll give you a pass this ONE time, but don't you ever do that to me again. Let me see if I can make this very clear to you." Going to where Rosa had put away the groceries she takes an egg and puts it in her hand.
Walking back over to Rosa she stands in front of her with the egg in her hand, "This is your hand." As she holds the egg, ice forms until it's clear that thed egg is frozen. Frostine closes her fingers around the egg and crushes it, "That's your hand if you ever use it to hit me like that again. Any questions?"
Rosa shakes in the chair slightly as Frostine makes her feelings very well known. Swallowing a little hard, Rosa shakes her head, "N-n-no ma'am. I think I got it."
She nods, "Good, then this concludes our chat. Rosa, no more hitting. I don't believe in hitting. It's the only thing saving your ass from a paddling. You may be excused, get back out to Dagmarr before she worries
that I am beating your ass. I'm from thed North, but I'm no barbarian."
Nodding she stands, "Yes ma'am. I....I'm sorry for doing that to you. I don't know what I was thinking." She says a little softly, her head hanging as she looks at the floor.
Moving forward she gives Rosa a hug, "Then I forgive you, and we shall speak of it no more. Now get back out to your girl, and thank you for cleaning stuff up and putting it away."
She nods again and walks back to Dagmarr in the other room, her cheeks flushed from thed scolding she got. She only escaped further punishment out of the goodness of Frostine's heart. Going to Dagmarr, she crawls up into her lap and puts her arms around her while sniffling a little.
Frostine cleans up the mess crushing the frozen egg made, then goes back out to Thorgr and gets back into his lap to snuggle with him while they waited to be summoned to Arista's house.
"It's a bit early in our arrival here to start having tension in the group," Thorgr says. "We haven't even fought any enemies."
Jerrica remains silent, wishing for a moment they were back in Valwick.
Frostine looks into his face, "What are you talking about love? I'm not tense. I thought everything was fine. Aren't we just waiting to haved dinner with Arista?" She says, not noticing anything out of thed ordinary, "We'll haved dinner with them, figure out what's going on, and just go from there. I'm sure everything will be okay, why are you guys feeling all tense and stuff?"
Rosa just kinda shrugs, "I'm okay, I don't see any point in stressing over things that we don't know about yet. We can only take things one day at a time right?"
Thorgr sighs.
She gets off his lap and sits next to him, "Okay...what's wrong?"
"Nothing, apparently."
She looks from Rosa to Thorgr, "What? You mean that? We're fine. We talked, reached an understanding, and we're good. You good Rosa?"
She nods, "Yes ma'am. I'm fine, and it's all good. I just need to think about what I'm doing and not just react from now on."
She waves a hand dismissively, "I told you, we don't need to talk about it anymore. It's over and done with."
"Okay." She says, leaning against Dagmarr's chest as she sits cradled in her lap.
Holding Rosa, Dagmaar exchanges a look with Thorg, clearly of the same opinion. The fact was that despite going about it the wrong way, none of Rosa's points were wrong, and as a cleric she knew enough to know that if Frostine kept going the way she was, her and Thorg's child wouldn't be born very healthy, if at all.
Frostine's stomach growls loudly, "I hope dinner is soon. I'm sure it's gonna be okay if I have a piece of fruit before we eat." Getting up from the couch she walks into the kitchen and gets a piece of fruit to snack on before they had dinner. She didn't want her tummy grumbling in front of her.
After a while, Temperance knocks on the door and walks in. "Alright, time to eat."
Rosa's stomach grumbles as she climbs down off of Dagmarr's lap, "That's good, I think we're all pretty hungry."
Having had her snack she nods, "Yeah, dinner sounds really good. I brought some groceries with us, but I'm not very experienced with the whole cooking thing yet."
Standing up she holds out her hand to Dagmarr, "Ready to go?"
She stands and waits for Thorgr and the others to be ready to follow Temperance to dinner.
Thorgr stands up, rolls his head from side to side and rubs the back of his neck. "Now I'm feeling sore."
Jerrica takes Sig's arm as they prepare to go.
"Sorry honey, I can rub it down for you later if you like. Maybe after a warm bath?" She asks, rubbing his forearm.
"We'll see."
"Okay."
"How do we get hot water here anyway?" Thorgr asks Temperance.
"Use the stove," Temperance says.
Giving Jerrica a quick peck on the cheek, Sig follows, glad to move on from the somewhat awkward silence.
Frostine kind of sheugs, "At least there's a way to heat it up here. It's really not that much different from what we had back home really. I think we've gotten a little spoiled lately, but it's okay. We can rough it, some things will just take a little longer...but we'll be alright. Right?" She asks, looking from Thorgr to her friends as they follow Temperance to Arista's house.
Rosa gives Dagmarr's hand a kiss as they head off to their hostesses house, "Yeah, sure we're gonna be fine. Right love?" She looks up at Dagmarr and gives her love a smile. She could deal with anything life threw at them, as long as Dagmarr was with her.
Thorgr nods. "We'll make do."
Jerrica nods. "I mean, we have shelter, at least."
Frostine kind of laughs a little, "Anything is better than a tent in the ice and snow."
Rosa looks up at the northerners with a curious glance, "So..that stuff in Valwick...you're used to that? This is all....kinda new to me. Where I was...the place I came from, was nothing but desert. Cities were always way overcrowded, and people would just as soon kill ya and take your stuff, than look at ya. It was just...not good." She says looking away a little and off into the distance.
Frostine could tell by the tone in Rosa's voice, that there was probably more to that story than what she was saying...but she didn't want to pry and figured that after some time and when she was more comfortable with them, she'd share what she wanted to. Smiling, she looks from Rosa to Dagmarr. The Damphir's presence had definitely done a world of good for their friend, and judging how close they were she was sure that Rosa had been able to open up to at least Dagmarr, so at least she wasn't holding it all inside. She knew that from her own experience it sometimes took a little time to be able to trust people enough to be open with them.
Shaking the thoughts from her head she just says, "Well, it's good that you're not there anymore then. We can never really know the "why" of everything, but we all end up where we're supposed to be, when we're supposed to be there. Know what I mean?"
Rosa gives Dagmarr's hand a kiss as they head off to their hostesses house, "Yeah, sure we're gonna be fine. Right love?" She looks up at Dagmarr and gives her love a smile. She could deal with anything life threw at them, as long as Dagmarr was with her.
Smiling back down at her love, Dagmarr nods. "We'll definitely be alright love" she answers.
"Yes, it's called snow. At least in some worlds, there are regions in the north and south that have mostly cold weather. In places like that, there's snow everywhere."
As Rosa talks about where she is from, the cleric squeezes her hand in support, leaning over to kiss her forehead as she slips an arm around her love, offering in comfort.
Temperance opens the door to Arista's and waits for everyone to enter before following. Arista's home is fairly sparse, though a great oak table occupies the dining room. You see a sullen youth sitting near the head of the table, while the winged woman puts food out on the table. There are boiled potatoes, cabbage and some small portions of chicken set out on the table.
Arista looks to the group. "Please, seat yourselves."