Friday, January 9, 2015

Another Update

So, college was kicking my butt for a while, and I didn't have a chance to play much. Then, when I finally got the chance, my neighborhood crashed.
Guess who hadn't saved her neighborhood yet?
So, that's the end of this particular version of Aiden. But you know, this was never the story that I truly wanted to write. The original concept for Aiden was for a much broader, more traditional rotational soap opera-ish Sims story. I wanted to start small, but I feel like that was the wrong thing to do--I need to write the story that presented itself to me. Some of the characters will show up in slightly altered forms, or even in the same forms, but the story will be radically different. I also can't promise when this particular story will be uploaded. Aiden 2.0 is taking a while to set up. But I think that I will have a better time writing it, and I hope that others will enjoy it when I do eventually publish it.
So! In short, I learned to save save save, and although this journey has been brief, I enjoyed it. I hope you did to.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

An Update

Hi all!
I just wanted to put out there that I'm starting college tomorrow (not classes yet, but I'm going to go settle in), so Aiden posts are going to come a little less frequently than they have been--probably once every week rather than every few days. At least, I'll try for once a week. We'll see how that works. Anyway. thanks for a great first round! The last post finishes the round--there are more households, but they'll be introduced as I think of storylines for them, or as they are required for supporting parts. We'll be seeing Catherine's household again next, and Leodegrance and Julius (with a touch of Marian) after that, but I'm not sure who we'll see after that. It is now summer in Aiden, and things are heating up! (Ha, ha, ha...oh man, I'm terrible. I'm also rambling, so I'll quit now).

Old, New, Borrowed, and Blue

Harvey Fletcher still didn’t quite understand how he had come to be married.
Well, he understood, in that he understood why he and Sybil had had to be married (pulling out didn’t work very well, he discovered), but he still couldn’t believe it. It had been six months already, and he still couldn’t believe it.
And it wasn’t as though he had barely met Sybil. They had known each other all their lives, and he loved her very much. He just wasn’t sure that she loved him, especially considering how quiet and reserved Sybil had become after their wedding, and especially after Brome had appeared. Did she regret ever bedding him? He wasn’t sure he could bear the thought of that exquisite creature not loving him the way he loved her.
“Harvey, what’s wrong?” Sybil asked, not looking up from her book. Harvey shook his head, realizing that he had been staring unseeing at her bosom for the past few minutes.
“Just thinking.” He almost added ‘dear’ to the end of that, but he wasn’t sure it would be welcomed.
He gingerly sat beside her, completely forgetting the book he was going to read—some rudimentary cooking, if Sybil was going to go into labor in the middle of the night and continue until well past dinner time again (assuming, of course, that she would ever bed him again), he wanted to be able to feed himself—and stared at the wall. Sybil sighed and put down her book.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Well—“ he began, then stopped when he saw that Brome had crawled out of the bedroom and was now pawing at his mother’s skirts. Sybil lit up immediately, putting down her book and scooping him up.
“How’s my little man?” she cooed, walking a few feet away with him. Harvey absently picked up her book and skipped through it, although he stopped and reread a passage that caught his eye.
He slowly traced his tongue down her collarbone—
Harvey felt himself blush as he read on, to more explicit passages. He hadn’t the foggiest idea that they even owned this type of book, and his sweet, shy, reserved Sybil was reading it!
“Oh, is someone tired?” Sybil asked Brome. She carried him to his cradle in the kitchen and gently put him in, kissing his forehead. Harvey rose and followed.
“You know, we haven’t really—talked seriously in a while now—I—you were just so—reserved, after the wedding and after Brome was born, and I really didn’t want to make you upset—“
“Upset? Harvey, you couldn’t make me upset. I’m sorry if I withdrew a little; I needed some time to think.”
“Yes. About us, and Brome, and our future, and whether it may have been a mistake.”
“I don’t think it was.” She smiled. Harvey’s heart fluttered.
“You see, Harvey, I’ve always liked you very much, since we were both very small, but I wasn’t sure that I loved you. After careful consideration, I have come to the conclusion that I do.”
“You do?” Harvey’s heart swelled. “Even if the circumstances that brought us together weren’t the best?”
“Well, I don’t know about that. They brought us this little one here, didn’t they?”
“Yes, but we could have had a little more money and a better house when he was born if we had waited a little.”
Sybil shrugged. “Well, we did get the house for free.”
“Did the book you were reading come with it?”
Instead of blushing like he expected, she burst out laughing. “Reading about it isn’t quite the same as doing it, is it?”
“What? Oh, I was down at the Juicy Unicorn the other day, and I overheard a joke. Want to hear it?”
“I’m a little afraid, but go ahead.”
“A priest, a princess, and a druid walk into a tavern…”
Harvey’s eyes grew wider and wider as she continued her tale, and his cheeks turned crimson again. This was Sybil, the lady in peasant’s garb, the scared virgin he had taken to bed one night! When had she gained such a filthy sense of humor?

“And then the priest says, ‘That was no turnip, that was the pigeon!’”

Harvey stared at her for a minute before he burst out laughing.

“Watcher, Sybil—when did you get so dirty?”
“You seriously mean you never noticed this in me before?”
“Remember when my little sister yelled that the privy was on fire and your brother came out with his braises around his knees?”
“Who do you think put her up to that?”
“You mean, you wanted to see him naked?”
“Just the important bits.”
“Oh, don’t worry. From now on, I’ll only be seeing your important bits.”
Harvey would have been a fool if he hadn’t noticed the shift in the room. Sybil stared at him like a cat that had cornered a canary, so he did what any red-blooded male would do and kissed her.
“Let’s take this into the bedroom, yes? I don’t think Brome is old enough to remember anything, but I’d rather not take the chance that this be his first memory,” Sybil said when they came up for air.
Harvey shuddered. “Watcher forbid.”
No, he wasn’t entirely sure how he had become married. But he thought he might grow to like it.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Changed My Jumper

“Darling,” Genevieve Hartley said to her husband, “What are you wearing?”
Jason turned around, his smile lighting up the room, revealing a lion rampaging across his chest. “I’m showing my support for Lady Catherine and her sponsor! I’m wearing the Drake colors, and King Tharrin’s crest.”
Genevieve smiled as well, laughing a bit. “I like it.”
“I like it too,” Jason said, “but not as much as I like you.”
Genevieve sighed as Jason began kissing his way up her arm. “Jason, it’s the middle of the day!” she said, although she was already starting to melt in his arms.
“Come on,” Jason said, tugging her towards the stairs. Genevieve, laughing, followed him, although she stopped short when she saw Lady Isobel, seated in front of the fireplace.
“Hello Mother!” Jason said joyfully. Genevieve had to smile a bit despite the nervousness she still felt around her mother-in-law; Jason acted like a little boy in front of his mother.
Isobel looked up at him. “And what are you up to, son?”
“Ginny and I are going to have sex!”
Genevieve blushed; Isobel blanched. “Don’t tell your mother that!” she said, although she was laughing a little behind her grimace. “I’ll never get the image out of my head!”
“Oh. Sorry,” Jason said,
“It’s alright. Just don’t embarrass your bride like that again,” she said, winking at Genevieve. “Anyway, I suppose I’ll be in the garden if you need me.”
Genevieve had to prevent herself from bolting into the bedroom. Jason followed at a much more sedate pace, grinning predatorily as he approached her where she lay on the bed, burying her face in the pillows.
“Why did you have to flat out say that to your mother?” she hissed, raising her head from the pillow.
Jason shrugged. “I was taught to be honest. Besides,” he said, gathering her in his arms, “I have the most beautiful woman in the world by my side, what else would we be doing on a cloudy afternoon?”
Genevieve rolled her eyes. “You are certainly a romantic,” she said. “A little strange in the ways you show it, but a romantic nonetheless.”
The sky was completely cloudy and purple with unshed rain as Isobel drew water from the well to slake her thirst, but she didn’t mind. As a girl she used to walk in the rain for hours, splashing in puddles and soaking herself. She sighed as she took a drink, feeling the cool water trickle over her ribs and soak into her body.
The sky opened up as she seated herself on the bench. Laughing, Isobel tilted her head back, letting the rain splash into her mouth. Oh, how she loved the rain.
It rained here far more than it had in Eatarius. It was colder, too, courtesy of being in hill country, and the land was rockier. Still, Isobel liked it here, and was glad that Genevieve and Jason had decided to move to Aiden. True, it was mostly to support their friend Catherine, but Jason, being a younger son, had a chance to move up here—here, he governed a county. At home, he was the younger son of a minor baron, barely a house to his name. She supposed she could have stayed with her older son, Johnathan, but he didn’t need her the way Jason did.
She shook herself out of her reverie. She was soaked to the bone and freezing, but she was distracted by the sight of a lovely looking puddle not too far away.
“Well, what the hell,” she muttered to herself, rising from the bench.
It was more fun than she remembered to jump in puddles. She laughed, a big, joyful sound, her old bones creaking a little as she jumped. She didn’t let it bother her, though, or stop her from jumping, higher and higher—
Well, she decided as the streak of lighting forked across the sky and thunder rumbled in her very bones, that was enough for today. Besides, Jason and Genevieve were probably done, anyway.

Friday, August 22, 2014

The Fair Folk

“What the hell is that thing?”
“That—thing. That crystal thing.”
“Oh, of course. Hoom. This, my dear boy,” said Leodegrance Merrick, “is a fey crystal.”
Julius Akala crossed his arms, his elven ears twitching back like an irritated cat's. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“Oh no. This crystal is said to call the fey. I have so many questions to ask them, all about their culture and their history, what they think of mortal kind. Just imagine the possibilities!” he said, walking over to his apprentice. “Care to examine the crystal with me?”
“Gods no,” Julius said, laughing bitterly. “This thing is a hoax, just like that letter from the Prince of Aarbyville asking for ransom money.”
Leodegrance sighed. “Will you ever let me live that down?”
“No, that was the most ridiculous thing I had ever seen you do until today. Where did you get that thing anyway?”
“I ordered it from a nice fellow in Effenmont. He has a catalogue.”
Julius blinked at him. “Seriously?”
Leodegrance nodded firmly. “And since I prefer to give people the benefit of the doubt, even those stereotyped as being untrustworthy and greedy—“ Julius winced, the tips of his ear blushing bright red—“I bought this.”
“I’m surprised you actually received anything,” Julius said dryly as Leodegrance moved to examine the crystal. “What was this person’s name? The one you bought this from?”
“Oh, some chap named R. Goodfellow. Hoom hoom! What have we here?”
Leodegrance reached out and touched the crystal. The hairs on the back of Julius’s neck immediately stood up.
“Maybe you should stand back,” Julius said hesitantly, moving to pull his mentor away from the crystal.
“Hoom. That’s strange,” Leodegrance said. He glanced up. “Do you see that ball of light?”
“Yes,” Julius said slowly. He stumbled back as Leodegrance was suddenly pulled up, barely managed to hang onto the crystal.
Leodegrance’s hands slipped, and he was sucked into the ball of light. As quickly as it had come, the ball disappeared.
Julius wrung his hands together. “Oh, dear.”

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Your Cheating Heart

Nerissa Chaucer hated minding the moneybox. Standing there, hour after hour, was hell on her feet and her back when she wasn’t pregnant; she wasn’t sure how she would manage when she gained more of a belly. That, however, was not worrying her.
 Harold was.
Yes, he was talking to Hernando Garcia right now, but Garcia’s sister was with him. She wasn’t particularly pretty, but she had a charisma about her that screamed bard, and if there was anything bards were known for, it was seducing married men into their beds. And because almost all bards were registered heroes, nobody cared except the wives.
“Mistress Chaucer?”
“Oh. My apologies, Mister Potter,” Nerissa said, accepting his coin and placing it into the moneybox. He thanked her and left. When Nerissa looked up again, Harold was chatting with the Garcia girl.
That bardic hussy!
Nerissa plastered a smile on her face and approached her husband. “Restocking?”
Nerissa looked at the floor, then back at her husband. “Can we talk?
“About what?”
“The Garcia girl.”
“What about her?”
She took a deep breath. This was it. “I don’t like you talking to her.”
Now he looked at her. “Honey, my job is to talk to people.”
“Well yes, but—“
“If I don’t talk to people, we don’t sell anything and then we don’t eat, and you’re eating for two now.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly self-conscious. “That doesn’t mean I like the way she looks at you!”
“Are you still sore over the Fields girl? Because that was over a year ago, and I said I was sorry.”
Nerissa took a deep breath, fighting back tears. “I know.”
“You must have a low opinion of me, to believe that I would jump into bed with any woman who gives me a glance.”
“Stop it—“
“Well I’m sorry, Nerissa, but—“
“Stop it!”
Harold sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “Look, you’re pregnant and you’ve been standing at the moneybox all day. You must be tired. Let’s just get into bed, hmm?”
They changed quickly and silently. As soon as they got into bed, Harold wrapped his hand around Nerissa’s middle.
“I’ve got to talk to people, Issa.”
Nerissa sighed. “Just forget it, please.”
Harold sighed and rolled over. Nerissa fell asleep with tears making their way down her cheeks.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

The Heir Club for Men

Maria Potter tilted her face up to the sun. “Mmm—it’s a nice day, isn’t it, Rand?”
Rand nodded, not taking his eyes off his clay. Maria chuckled; Rand was always so focused when he was making pottery, neither rain nor sleet nor dire chinchilla could distract him. She rested a hand on her belly. You’re going to have a wonderful life, poppet, she thought to the child growing inside of her. Your father works so hard, you’ll want for nothing.
Still, something had troubled her, ever since Marian had charged up to their house in the middle of the night demanding help delivering Sarah Baker’s baby—which had turned out to be twins. A little boy and a little girl, both strong and healthy. But only one received his father’s love and attention.
She started a bit when she heard the soft chime of the magical message scroll inside the house. With her luck, Brenda Kent over in Highrock County was in labor, and Marian was asking her help to deliver the child again. She sighed. Oh well, at least plenty of men would come and sit with Rand while she was in labor, and she would have no shortage of women to come and help her through the pain of her own birth.
It was night by the time she returned from Highrock, having seen Brenda Kent safely delivered of a beautiful baby girl—Grace. Maria stood in the house, staring off into the distance, a hand on her belly.

“Hello, Beautiful,” Rand said, startling her. He stopped before her and gently caressed her face. “How’s Brenda?”

“Doing very well. She had a girl.”

Rand’s face lit up. “Wonderful. Although, if Marian keeps asking you to help at these births, you need to start asking her to split her pay with you,” he joked.

He kissed her. Maria held onto him for a moment after he stopped. “Rand, can we talk?”
He furrowed his brow. “Of course. Let’s sit.”
As soon as they had seated themselves on the bench, Rand threw his arm over her shoulder and pulled her close. “Now, what’s the problem?”
“You know how Arthur—you know how he reacted when his children were born, right?”
“I’ve never seen a man prouder.”
“Of his son. Not his daughter.”
“Oh.” He paused. “Maria, look at me.”
She obliged. He lifted her into his lap and looked at her seriously.
“Maria, when I was waiting downstairs with Arthur, he asked me if I wanted a son to carry on my business,” said Rand. “And I told him that if a daughter of mine showed more interest in becoming a potter than a son of mine did, then I would be happy to leave the business to her.
“I don’t care if we have a son or a daughter, Beautiful. All I care is that both of you are happy, safe, and cared for.”
Maria smiled. “Thank you, Rand,” she said, leaning forward to plant a kiss on a particularly ticklish spot on his neck.
He laughed. “Of course, Beautiful.”