It was Ivy’s lucky day, or as lucky as she could get. Sleeping near the local tavern of the Shallows has proven itself to be useful. When Ivy woke up, the garbage pits were full of the food thrown out from last night. Looks like she had something to eat for breakfast, which was uncommon for her. She would usually only have water from the swamps to drink in the morning, and is out begging for food for the entire day, she might not eat for that day if she is unfortunate enough. She is used to the starvation though and survives well, but suffers dreadfully.
It’s strange. This is all that she has known, but she had a feeling that it was not always like this. In her dreams, she sees a loving mother and father, on an island of half-elves like her. There was no such thing as money, slums, or poverty. The people live off the land of plenty. In her dreams, she sees her family on one of the fishing boats to catch fish for their village, but their boat traveled into a bad storm which tore their boat apart and separates her from her parents. She always wakes up before she finds out what happened to her parents.
All that she remembers now is that she was washed ashore in the Shallows of Alliria, with nothing but the clothes on her back, which was a leaf top and her grass skirt. She didn’t even remember her name, only being named Ivy by a passer-by. She had to learn quickly that money is need to live in this strange land. She tried to get some food from the market stalls without paying and got beaten up by the merchants who tell her she has to pay. She now lives a hand-to-mouth existence, living off of people’s garbage. Everything she has, from the food to her current clothes, a filthy, tattered, beige short-sleeved tunic and a pair of filthy, tattered, grey braises, were scrounged from the garbage pits.
At least for today, Ivy was able to eat in peace. Some leftover meat and vegetables thrown out that have not rotted yet, and a little bit of moldy bread is the best she can get. She doesn’t get sick as often from these meals, and they provide her with some sustenance to continue living. She finishes her meager meal content, but is still hungry, but there is nothing edible left that has not rotted. She stands up and begins to wander around the Shallows to begin her day of begging. She wanted to have better clothes than the rags she wore. She doesn’t even have shoes on her feet, which have become callous and filthy like her rags. In fact, everything about her was filthy. She couldn’t find a good place to take a bath, with filth piling up on her skin. She was a potable creature indeed. Starving, homeless, filthy, orphaned.
Ivy fights what little dignity she has left and goes up to random strangers all around the Shallows. If things are too unfruitful, she can always try to make her way to the rest of Aliria. But she goes up to these strangers, rich or poor like her, tugging them on their tunics, her hands and arms stretched out with pity.
"Mister, spare some alms for a poor child like me?". She was fortunate that she grasped the language of this place, otherwise, she would be suffering even more. "Miss, may I please have some food. I haven't eaten good in days".
It’s strange. This is all that she has known, but she had a feeling that it was not always like this. In her dreams, she sees a loving mother and father, on an island of half-elves like her. There was no such thing as money, slums, or poverty. The people live off the land of plenty. In her dreams, she sees her family on one of the fishing boats to catch fish for their village, but their boat traveled into a bad storm which tore their boat apart and separates her from her parents. She always wakes up before she finds out what happened to her parents.
All that she remembers now is that she was washed ashore in the Shallows of Alliria, with nothing but the clothes on her back, which was a leaf top and her grass skirt. She didn’t even remember her name, only being named Ivy by a passer-by. She had to learn quickly that money is need to live in this strange land. She tried to get some food from the market stalls without paying and got beaten up by the merchants who tell her she has to pay. She now lives a hand-to-mouth existence, living off of people’s garbage. Everything she has, from the food to her current clothes, a filthy, tattered, beige short-sleeved tunic and a pair of filthy, tattered, grey braises, were scrounged from the garbage pits.
At least for today, Ivy was able to eat in peace. Some leftover meat and vegetables thrown out that have not rotted yet, and a little bit of moldy bread is the best she can get. She doesn’t get sick as often from these meals, and they provide her with some sustenance to continue living. She finishes her meager meal content, but is still hungry, but there is nothing edible left that has not rotted. She stands up and begins to wander around the Shallows to begin her day of begging. She wanted to have better clothes than the rags she wore. She doesn’t even have shoes on her feet, which have become callous and filthy like her rags. In fact, everything about her was filthy. She couldn’t find a good place to take a bath, with filth piling up on her skin. She was a potable creature indeed. Starving, homeless, filthy, orphaned.
Ivy fights what little dignity she has left and goes up to random strangers all around the Shallows. If things are too unfruitful, she can always try to make her way to the rest of Aliria. But she goes up to these strangers, rich or poor like her, tugging them on their tunics, her hands and arms stretched out with pity.
"Mister, spare some alms for a poor child like me?". She was fortunate that she grasped the language of this place, otherwise, she would be suffering even more. "Miss, may I please have some food. I haven't eaten good in days".
