This is left over from Pi Day. I had trouble wrapping it up, and in the end, I didn’t… quite get it wrapped up the way I wanted, but here it is.
It’s in the greater world of Fae Apoc but has none of the standard warnings except – it IS set in a post-apoc and some of the people are kind of shitty people.
She called “pip-piperelle!” as she walked into the town, singing a wordless tune & strumming a pipa. She was let in somehow, despite the fact that the town was shut down, not letting anyone in for fear they’d bring disease or pillaging, of which the town had had none but their neighboring towns’d suffered more than a little over the last months.
(in the small parts of their hearts, in the privacy of their psyche, some of them knew that they had pillaged, and that meant they feared other pillagers even more.)
The world was falling apart; everyone knew that. People were being assholes everywhere, being small and petty and, well, pillaging. They were also dying of things that had not been a blip on the radar 2 years ago – plague and famine and fear and malnutrition.
And into this town, this barricaded town with no way in or out, this woman strode.
Her skin was piebald, marked here and there with shapes like clouds, paler than her brown skin, in places pure white. Her outfit was likewise piebald, a tie-dye tunic flowing down to her thighs and batik-patterned leggings covering her legs. Her hair was pulled back from her face in two puffball-like pigtails to better show off the markings that speckled her, and the tunic was low-cut and sleeveless.
“I can fix your crops,” she told them. “I can make them happier; I can make them better. I can sing to them and they’ll grow.” Continue reading