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Welcome to Gorgon Child Quest! Where-in you take up the role of a magical talking artifact being wielded by a young gorgon girl named Cici. Living out of the steadily improving remains of a once great dungeon, the game will focus on exploration, character interaction, and learning as the voices of the players within the amulet help guide her along. I may also include a magic system down the line depending on how things go, but we'll see what the future holds.

For news about quest updates, my twitter can be found here:
https://twitter.com/bananon_QM

And the archive can presently be found here:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=gorgon+child

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>>658771
No skirt or anything, what a pervert.

>>658765
Come now, Cecillia, pay attention to your mother. Don't want to get lost, since human children tend to be stupid, lazy, and bully those weaker than themselves.

Not all humans are like that, but many of them are.

Yaye made it, even though it's late here
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Mom is large.

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Like he said. Don't want to get lost. See if there are any rolls left though

while horses in the Wild mate and foal in mid to late spring, in the case of horses domestically bred for competitive purposes, especially horse racing and various futurities, it is desirable that they be born as close to january 1 in the northern hemisphere or August 1 in the southern hemisphere as possible, so as to be at an advantage in size and maturity when competing against other horses in the same age group. when an early foal is desired, barn managers will put the mare "under lights" by Keeping the barn lights on in the winter to simulate a longer day, thus bringing the mare into Estrus sooner than she would in nature. mares signal estrus and ovulation by Urination in the Presence of a stallion, raising the tail and revealing the vulva. A stallion, approaching with a high head, will usually nicker, nip and nudge the mare, as well as sniff her urine to determine her readiness for mating.

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Cici looks around excitedly at all of the people gathered in the market, at the other kids with their parents buying things, and the animals she’d seen on the farm earlier now lined up in little cages. So, this was what people did every day. She also notices something else out of the corner of her eye, a sort of smaller stall off to the corner of the market in the shade with a sign over it and several small, fuzzy looking forms gathering around a tabby seemingly in the middle of a nap.

<“Kittens for Sale.”> Reads the sign, Cici struggling to sound it out on her own before asking for a bit of help. In the end, her breath catches when she puts two and two together.

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[“B-but…”]

Her expression falls as she realizes the voices are probably right, holding on tighter to Mama’s hand as she continues snaking her way around the market, picking up all sorts of things Cici doesn’t recognize before circling back toward the baker’s shop. There, they find Old Man Guyus apparently already closing his shop up tight.

“I’m sorry Guyus, would it be possible to…” But the old man’s soft laughter cuts Mama off.

“I know what you’re after,” he chuckles. “Same thing as always, or I’ll be a billy goat.”

Now that he mentions it, the beard does look kind of goat-like.

“But you’ll just have to hold yer britches until I get back,” he insists. “Gotta get ingredients to make bread, after all, and Martha’s fit to run me outta business unless I get some eggs and flour for myself.”

“Is that what you make dough out of?” Cici asks, trying to imagine mashing the ingredients together in her head with limit success.

“Aye,” he confirms. “Sugar, flour, water, yeast, eggs, and a little pinch of salt for good measure, that’s how you make good bread. What kind is all in the particulars, though.” Cici seems to be on the verge of formulating another question, but the old man simply smiles as he pats her on the head. “Maybe I can explain some more if you stick around till I get back.”

With a jangle of keys and a gentle whistle, the man’s then on his way toward the market, a wide set gait carrying him along at a leisurely pace.

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["..."]

"Well, it looks like we'll have to wait a while to finish our shopping then," Cassandra sighs. "Is there anything you'd like to see or do while we're here?"

>>658920

Ok, we know mum won't walk off right? Let's see if we can make a friend. Old or young you are adorable, it'll work.

>>658920
Teach me about Human and Human Culture
Important things to know if your ever gonna integrate into society

>>658920
How about going to the Post Office and seeing if Vivian is working there, or one of her relatives.

>>658920
>Go to a brothel
>Have them teach you the 8 Sex Positions That Will Blow His Mind And Destroy His Penis
>Meet a cute boy
>???
>profit
Humans boys are soooo easy cici
Youll be making friends left and right sister believe me

>>658920
ask mum if you can go back to the cats for sale

>>658920

Ask mom where she gets the thingies she trades for food and other goods.

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[“I don’t know much about humans, and I think Vivi works at the post office at the lizard village. Still….”]

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[“Destroying other people’s stuff is wrong! Also, I think Mama will get mad if I ask her what a brothel is…”]

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“Can we visit the post office, Mama?” Cici asks. “Also, there was a person selling kittens in the square…”

“No more pets for right now, sweetling,” Cassandra says gently. “Besides, I think Din-Din would get jealous if we brought home new animals.”

“I know!” Cici insists. “I- I just wanted to pet one…”

“Well, we can probably arrange that, but which would you like to do first?”

>>658920
Now's your chance to ask for a kitten. I don't know how jealous din-din would be if you brought one home though...

>>659029

I still stand by my last decision. Just find someone to talk to

(goodnight ban anon anyway. Past midnight by quite a bit)

>>659029
Pat the kitty! And keep your hood up, they will likely be scared of snakes.

>>659041

Goodnight, anon.

>>659029
Kittens are dumb just trust me dogs are way better dont waste you time
Go do the other thing

>>659029

Visit the post office, just to know whats the kind of stuff they do there before sending mailmen to the homes.

>>659029
Let's visit the Post Office; we can see the kind of place that Vivi works at.
Maybe they know of her there.

>>659029
YO YO
Cici dear
I just relieved you were part snek
Is your mama a venom producer or a constrictor

>>659029
Kittens are cute, but remember to learn the last of the land here, Cici. If you want spend more time here, you will need to learn.

>>659029
>Remember little one, don't trust strangers. And don't wander alone, somr bad people could hurt or kidnap you. There are rumors of a " "Monster Zoo" that hosts all kind of strange creatures, and none of them are there willingly.

>A zoo is a place where live animals are exhibited. A monster zoo would be a place that exhibits caged monsters.

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[“Mama says Din-Din is dumb, but I still like him a lot. Dogs are cute too though.”]

“I guess we should go to the post office first,” she finally confirms. “Maybe some of them know Vivi!”

“Let’s get going then,” Mama says, hand once more securing Cici’s. “I’m sure they won’t mind us coming by just to browse.”

“What’s ‘browsing’, Mama?”

“Well, it’s when you go into a store but don’t buy anything,” she explains.

“Ah, I get it…. I think, but also Mama, where do we get money to buy things from?”

“Hm?” Cassandra questions, raising an eyebrow. “Well… People give other people money for doing something for them, and we aren’t any different. I sell fur from the animals we eat for dinner every now and again for a little bit of money. As for the rest… Well, Mama used to be an adventurer at one point, and she made some money that way.”

“Wow!” Cici breathes, imagining her Mama like some kind of hero in shining armor. “Did you slay a dragon or rescue any princesses?”

Cassandra giggles from behind her hand.

“Not quite,” she says to the bouncing little girl, “but I helped a lot of people and made a lot of friends that way. Now, stop worrying about money, sweetling; we have enough and that’s all that really matters.”

And so, hand in hand they make their way quietly across the town, minimal traffic getting in their way as they approach the aviary that served as the mail harpy post. A simple, slotted box outside is neatly painted with an image of a harpy emblazoned in white against blue, a number of weather vanes clinging to the outer arches and swaying in several directions. However, the pair take just a moment gazing at the outside before making their way within, much to the surprise of the brown owl harpy sitting at the desk.

“Pi~” she chirps, nervously shuffling her wings as she pulls herself up straight and adjusts her coat. “P-Pardon me, ma’am. What might we do today for you and your…. Daughter?”

>>659195
Ask after our friend. We came to see if they know her, after all.

Then ask why we never get any mail.

>>659195
Tell her your just browsing. *hoot*

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“I’m Cici!” Cici introduces herself, “and this is my mama. We're browsing!”

“Oh.” She blinks her wide, shiny eyes slowly. “Well, a pleasure to meet you, Cici. My name is Andrea, and this is the Jonasburg mail post.”

“Mhm,” Cici nods along. “An’ Vivi works at the one in the lizard village. Do you know her? Are you friends? Also, how come we never get any mail?”

“My, that’s quite a lot of questions!” the harpy breathes.

“She’s positively full of them today,” Cassandra chuckles helplessly.

“I see, well, I do ‘know’ Vivi. She’s sent a couple of mail items over this way from her outpost. I’d like to get to know her better if we have time, of course, but they keep us very busy with our jobs, you know. And after a long night of flying, it’s just a little difficult to do more than hop into the tub.”

“What’s a tub?”

“What is a…” The harpy shakes herself after a brief pause, ruffling her feathers slightly. “Well, you see, a tub is a basin full of hot water you rinse off in. You do… you do take baths right?”

“Mhm! In the river! Din-Din too, though he doesn’t like it. Also, it makes my hair all sleepy an’ droopy.”

“It does tend to do that,” Andrea nods sagely. “Anyway, I’m guessing your curious what we do here all day, then.” Cici nods. “Then let me show you.”

With a flourish, the harpy produces a fresh envelope from a nearby cubby.

“So, you see, people live far away from each other, but they still want to send each other things: letters, gifts, etcetera-”

“What’s an etcetera?” Cici pipes in.

“Well, it’s another way of saying ‘so on and so forth’. Anyway, the point is that people want to send things to each other, but it takes a long time to travel through trees and over bumpy roads to get there. That’s why they usually just bring the mail here to us. They give us a small amount of money depending on how heavy the package is, we seal it up in an envelope or a box, tack on a label, and fly it where it needs to go.”

“Wow! Your arms must get really tired!” Cici’s feet were already starting to ache after a day walking around town.

“Hmm… It’s a very difficult job,” she agrees, “but it makes a lot of people happy.”

“Do you have to fly to be a mail person?”

“Oh, well, we do have land bound couriers for local deliveries,” she explains. “Humans, dwarves, lamia, we hire just about everyone. I’ve also heard rumors of land bound Ostriche Harpy couriers for long distances, but haven’t seen them myself….”

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[“I’m relieved I’m part snake too, but I don’t know if I have venom. Mama says I shouldn’t bite stuff or I’ll make it sick though… Also, I’ll be sure to be careful. Monster Zoo’s sound scary.”]

>>659337
Well, that's cool.
What are some other sights we can see around town? Does your mom let you build fire?

If she does, we might be able to get you a tub for HOT baths.

>>659337
say, is there a library here? (a library is a place where they keep lots and lots of books. usually they let people read books while there and sometimes even borrow books) maybe we can find a nice story book or maybe something else of interest?

>>659337

Thank the nice lady for her time and tell that you might use their services someday when you make more friends. Then go to pet some kitties and doggies if you can, it feels nice to pet them!

>>659337
>Ask for a public library. A library is a place full of books. Don't damage the books and don't take the books away from the library without permission.

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[“Mama says fire is dangerous.”]

“Thanks for all of your help!” Cici says. “I think we should go now though and see lots of other stuff.”

“My pleasure,” Andrea assures her. “Come back any time.”

“Maybe when I have lots of friends, I’ll be able to send them letters.”

However, at this exact moment, Cici had more pressing things on her mind: fluffy, adorable things in need of petting. So with an enthusiastic wave, she’s once again back on the streets, wandering back to the market square before her mother can once again secure her hand.

And as it would turn out, kittens are a hot commodity in a place with too many mice and not enough grain, the stand far emptier when Cici arrives than when she had seen it before. Still, she can count three miniature balls of fluff still remaining as she approaches, all curled up beside their mother as her own awkwardly pauses at the corner.

“You can go on ahead, Cici,” she assures her. “Just be careful to keep your hood tucked tight, be gentle with them, and ask first.”

With a nod, Cici is on her way, breath coming short and heart thumping a little louder as she approaches the stranger’s stall. He’s a young man by any estimate, a scraggly beard worn proudly where a more dignified adult would go bald-faced. Still, he seems friendly enough as he notices the girl and immediately waves her over with a wide grin.

“Come on. Come on. No need to be shy,” he insists. “Reckon you’re looking to pet one of these fluff balls, and it ain’t exactly gonna kill ‘em to get a bit of extra lovin’ in.”

“I’m Cici,” Cici introduces herself.

“And my name’s Clyde!” the boy offers. “Ms. Pretty here went and got herself pregnant again. So I figured I’d get the little one’s all tucked away before they got too big to feed.”

“Do cats eat a lot?”

“About as much as they can get their little teeth around, and they take their claws to everything else.” He blanches for a moment as he seems to remember why he is here. “Still, better a cat than a rat any day.”

“Hmmm,” Cici acknowledges quietly, but her eyes are already scanning over the kittens, trying to find the one with optimal fluffiness amidst the black and grey striped litter.

Then, with a quick look to the owner to confirm, she gently scoops it into her arm, the warm, soft bundle still snoozing peacefully in whatever dreams had come.

“By the way, do you know of any libraries around here?” Cici questions, using one arm to hold the animal, as she begins gently stroking its ears with her thumb.

“A library?”

“Mhm. With new books, preferably ones with pictures.”

“Well, reckon we don’t have much for a lending library around here,” he admits. “Though there is Mr. Martin’s book store if you wanna buy one.”

>>659529
Obviously we should loiter in the book store reading picturebooks.

>>659552
pretty much, though maybe ask the store owner nicely first

>>659529
Go read a god damn book Cici
Yall never be nothin if you dont fucking read

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[“Okay. Okay….”]

But first, she did come all of this way, and she wasn’t content with just a few head scratches for her new feline friend. Even now, its soft, pink lips were moving in its sleep, its paws absently kneading at her cloak with their miniscule claws. Something about that lazy absence of thought makes Cici smile as she continues running her fingers through the velvety fluff, eventually eliciting a low rumble from deep inside the kitten’s chest that begs her to continue.

Time at that point loses a good bit of meaning to the young girl, her mind rapturously blank as she tends to something barely a tenth of her size. However, all things come to an end, and for Cici this arrives when a growl turns into a mewl, watery eyes opening on the fuzzball beneath her as it searches for its mother. At least, that’s what Cici takes as the small being’s head wobbles from side to side, it’s paws scrabbling for a more secure foothold, and that’s enough to prompt her to put it back where it belongs, the kitten quickly stumbling over on unsteady feet before burying itself in its mother’s stomach for a midday meal.

“Thank you.”

That’s all she can really offer before she’s once again on her way, her mother reappearing from behind a corner as the two continue their walk down the street.

“So where will it be next then?” her mother asks, smiling at how little it took to put a skip in her daughter’s step.

“Maybe a bookstore!” Cici says. “The voices say I’ll never be nothing if I don’t fucking read.”

Cassandra stops, whirling around quickly to get in front of her daughter and bending down to eye level.

“Cici,” she begins, kind but firm. “I never want to hear that word out of your mouth again. Do you understand?”

“B-but Mama, why?”

“Because it is a bad word that only bad people use to hurt other people, and you’re a sweet, kind person who wouldn’t want to do that, would you?”

“No Mama…” Cici mumbles shamefully, eyes on the pavement.

“It’ll be okay sweetling,” Cassandra assures her, patting her head gently as they go. “You are just learning is all, and part of learning is making the occasional mistake. It’ll be alright, now let’s get to that book store, hm?”

Down the street they go in the midafternoon sun, scales leaving a peculiar pattern in the dirt road as the pair round a corner and spy a sign for Bridgestone Bookshop, a stone hewn building with what appeared to be a mock windmill on the side. An open sign quickly sees them in through the door into the shop filled with squat shelves and hefty tomes soon after, aisles upon aisles of books crammed into this tiny space.

However, the shopkeep is nowhere to be seen, only an unmanned desk with a bell on top, one which Cassandra rings gently to send the sonorous hum echoing to the back room.

“The fuck is that?” comes a gruff voice as a response.

>>659639
>The fuck is that
oh this should be good for a laugh

>>659639
Obviously this is where we should be.
Now shop around for any books you particularly like that we may work towards getting in the future.

What else do you like besides books, even?

>>659639
You should inform the grumpy one that you're a who not a what and that they shouldn't swear there could be children around.

>>659639
hmm i'd suggest simple storybooks first, but if they have anything on magic maybe take a look at it.

>>659639
...Okay, yeah, I think we're going to have a talk sooner or later about swearing, Cici.

For right now, think of it this way. Don't say things like "fuck". It makes you look like a lowborn day-laborer. There'll be other words that will go on the list, eventually. We'll tell you when you hear one.

>>659639
>Be polite young one. And look for a dictionary. A dictionary is a book that has written what a lor of words mean. Try to find one with pictures but if you can't is fine. Also try to don't use words if you don't know the meaning.

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Supporting dictionary

>>659639
Be polite, Cici.
And don't use bad words just because some of the voices use them; they don't have to accept the consequences of their words like you do, so they tend to say things that your mother would not approve of.

Now, let's ask Mr. Martin if he has a dictionary.

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“Mama, he said a bad word!” Cici whispers.

“I’m aware, sweetling. Now how about you find yourself a book while he and I discuss his manners?”

While Cici goes perusing through the aisles, another ding rings out through the store front. And of course, with another tap of the bell, comes another round of obscenities.

“Hold onto yer tits, ye good for nothin’ arsehole, I’m on muh way.”

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[“Oh, I like stories!”]

“Sir, I’d appreciate you toning down your language. I-“

“An’ I’d appreciate you blowing it out of yar arse. What in the gods damned bloody hell does a man need to do for some private time with his privy?”

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[“I also like helping Mama in the garden, and teaching Din-Din tricks.”]

“Sir, my daughter is present.”

“Aye an’ I reckon she’ll hear worse than the likes of this growing up. So how’s about ye take yer head out of yer minge an- Ah, shite yer tall.”

[“This one looks like it might have magic in it! Oh wait, no, it’s a story about a magic, hm, what even is that…?”]

I think that is a wombat. Do they even have those around here? It does look rather dashing in that cape and hat though. And look, it’s gnawing its wand out of an oak branch!

[“Cute~”]

“Look, ye sour bitch, I didn’t mean nothin’ by it, I just… ‘fuck’!”

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[“Good idea! If I get a book on words, then I’ll know which ones not to use. Hmm…. But there’s so many…]

Cici spends a good while thumbing at the shelves and trying to find a book that she can make heads or tails of. It’s no easy task when we’re talking about dictionaries, of course, but she does eventually stumble upon “Sir Penwood’s Bedrock for Future Scholars”, a thick tome with plenty of small illustrations and non-complicated definitions. It’s fairly hefty, but somehow she manages to pull it from the shelf and tuck it under her arm, making her way back to the front register with a bounce in her steps.

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There to greet her is a somewhat frazzled looked dwarf with a red beard and her mother with a wide grin.

“Did you find what you were looking for, sweetling?” Cassandra asks.

“Yes, Mama,” Cici nods, picking up the book to show her.

“Then this kind gentleman would be more than glad to check you out. Isn’t that so?”

“It would be my pleasure mad ‘am and young missus,” he says in a dull, robotic tone just at the edge of panic. “That’ll be twenty crowns, clear as you see on the front there.”

“Here’s the money, Cici,” Mama says, pulling out a few coins to show her. “This one means ten, this one means five, and the others mean one. What are they all together, then?”

Cici’s brow furrows.

“Twenty-two?”

“That’s right! So you can keep two for yourself. Maybe you’ll be able to buy yourself a treat on the way home.” She turns to the man and gently takes the book as it’s offered to her.

“Th-thank you for yer custom…” He mumbles, courteously showing the two to the door before putting up the “Out for Lunch” sign and closing his shutters.

>>659904
Man, your mom has some harsh words herself.
Time to wisely invest those two coins in candy futures.

>>659904
Wow that was something
Keep those gold coins for a rainy day sweetpea
If worst comes to worst you dont wanna have to do anything lewd to earn money
Prepare for the worst to better secure the best

>>659904

Aqquire ribbon for din-din?

Child, just like you enjoy wearing pretty things Din Din does too.

>>659904

Now, this is a good time learn the meaning of saving money. You see, it is very tempting to spend your money right now in sweets, but you might want to buy something expensive someday, and with this spare change you won't be able to. Keep it, save money everytime mommy gives you some and if you want something expensive or god forbid, have to buy medicine or the services of a medic for mommy or Din-Din, you will have enough to pay for it.

>>659904
Good job, kiddo. Now save those two for a rainy day, okay?

(realizes something)

Cici, could you look up the word figurative?

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Cici’s stomach hungers for sweets after a long day of shopping. However, considering the alternative, she remembers times when things could have been really bad without money. When Mama got sick after the adventurer’s hurt her, if that happened again or something happened to Din-Din… She slides the coins into her pocket and makes the determination not to use them until the time is right.

Still, at this point, the afternoon is setting in, and Guyus’ shop is open and waiting for the pair to stroll on in. A familiar patter and pound echoes in the background as dough is worked into confectionary delights, the wonderful smell of glazed sugar and tart fruits being brought to a boil heavy in the air.

“Mmm… What are you making?” Cici inquires, her little snakes eagerly lapping at the air as she breathes deep of the aroma. “It smells so good.”

“Apple pie, raspberry tart, sweet rolls, and cream cakes,” the man declares happily, moving to the front as he wipes his hands clean. “It’s a busy life being a baker, but it’s a good one. Still, the way things are going, I’m gonna need an assistant one of these days.”

>>659904
You should save those coins, Cici.
It's best to start learning how to be frugal at a young age.

>>660063
hmm maybe you could help guyus in return for a pastry, either way it'd be useful to know how to bake things.

>>660063
Ask if he could show you how he works, and if you could help. Who knows, if you have a knack for shaping dough, he might take you on as an assistant.

>>660063
Are we too young to take up a job?
How far is the village?
Is this the kind of thing a kid could do, like a paper route?

>>660063
Oh shit Cici
That can me you
You would be helping out and you might get paid in sweets or gold or something better
Oh you'd look so pretty in a little apron
Sooooo cuuuuute

>>660063
You may as well watch him work and ask if you can help in exchange for learning how to bake.

I'm sure you mother wants to pass on her skills to you, but something tells me she isn't much of a baker.

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Thirding this. Someday you will need to live by yourself, and you need a talent to offer your services. If you have the skill for it, you coudl learn the trade from Guyus and become his assistant once you get older

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“I could help!” Cici offers excitedly, the voices bolstering her past her timidity if only for a moment to offer such a bold proclamation. And for his part, it certainly gives the old man pause, his expression inscrutable as he looks to the waist-high gorgonling blushing on the other side of his counter. “I mean, I-I’d really like to learn how to cook… and m-meet people… and…”

“Do you know anything about baking?” he asks, Cici shaking her head sadly in response, but the old man just laughs. “Neither did I when I started up this shop, but the real question is: do you wanna learn?”

This time he gets an enthusiastic nod.

“Ha! Well, there’s worse things in this town than a kid with a little initiative,” he chuckles. “And if you wanna learn, I don’t see why I wouldn’t be willing to teach: given your mother’s permission, of course.”

Cici looks up pitifully to her mother.

“Can I, Mama?” she begs innocently, and this time it’s Cassandra’s turn to laugh, the sad, wearisome laugh of a woman who knows she’s lost the battle before it’s even begun.

“Okay, sweetling, if you’re sure this is what you want.”

“It is, Mama!” she insists. “I wanna learn new things.”

“Well now, settle down,” the old man clucks. “Can’t be gettin’ too big for your britches just yet. Let’s go through the basics first, and we’ll see if you’ve got what it takes. Now grab an apron and show me some muscle!”

Cici has no idea what he means by that, but that pretty much sums up the next couple of hours spent running around the bakery as the old man throws her in head first, enlisting her for help in everything from making complex recipes to sanitation. The poor girl almost always finds herself dizzy in that time, whether it’s fetching jars of things she’s never heard of, mixing huge batches of unfamiliar ingredients and measuring things out in just the right volume before tossing them in, or scrubbing a dish clean in preparation for its use, she inevitably feels like a fish out of water. And of course, predictably, there are more than a few incidents that end with spoiled ingredients and more than a bit of spilled flour.

Still, even through all the sweat, toil, and confusion, Cici still has a smile on her face come the end (along with bits of cake batter her snakes are busying themselves licking away as she stands there in her knotted up, oversized apron). Flour-stained and sweaty, her smile couldn’t be wider as she gleefully watches her first sweet rolls rise from flat disks into beautiful, crisp mounds.

“Aye, I reckon she’ll do,” the man laughs to Cassandra, the two sharing a drink as the evening light shines through the window beyond.

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>>660293

And I think that's where we'll end it for the evening folks. A bit of a late start and a slow afternoon, but I hope you had fun.

>>660305
Thanks for running guy

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>>660305

And, as per the norm, it's up in the archives:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=gorgon+child

>>660293
Thanks Bananon. When do you reckon on running again?

>>660394

I'm gonna try to keep to Mondays. They are typically my free days. It's just that today, I had some extra work that I had to do.

>>660293
>Cici two coins isn't much, you could buy something to share with your friends sometimes. And while saving money is good, that's only if you earn enough money to save. Two coins won't pay a doctor unless they are mostly pure silver or gold.

>>660412

Sounds good. Thanks for running the quest, I like how comfy and cute it is

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Before we die. another picture we can use for CiCi?