DW IDOL, Week 8: Sprezzatura

If there's one thing you need to know about Sorcha is that she's good at giving you the impression that she doesn't give a shit. Sorcha was never what anyone would call "Lady-like". When it came to the gentler pursuits, Sorcha had little time or patience.

But let someone suggest a wet chemise competition and she was right there with a bucket of water.

Raunchy and inappropriate? Yes.

Did she give a shit? No.

~*~

Sorcha was a wench. And she was good at it. Full of bawdy jokes and ribald humor, she could be counted on for a double entendre without hesitation.

Did she flirt? Like it was her native language.

~*~

When she formed a Household of young women based on Monty Python's Castle Anthrax (from The Holy Grail), did she care that everyone automatically assumed that they were into spankings and oral sex?

Nope.

~*~

There were stories about Sorcha over the years. The time she "slept with 4 men and a Knight" or the "drunken orgy at that Eldern Hills event". She'd hear these tales and with ease, blush, shake her head in denial and smile a secret smile, neither confirming nor denying the story's truth.

And she never appeared to give a shit about whatever bit of drama was circling her name at the time.

~*~

Wenching came easily to Sorcha. And she believed in sharing that talent with everyone. At one event, a strong storm came and everyone was forced to hide in shelters as tornadic weather passed overhead. Sorcha had been telling her Household Sisters that day that being a wench didn't just mean you got to flirt with the cute guys and girls...but that you shared your humor and friendliness with everyone. No. Matter. What.

It just happened that event a young man was there who was wheelchairbound. Since they were all trapped in a bathroom for the foreseeable future, Sorcha took it upon herself to show her Sisters exactly what she meant.

Declaring that she was tired of standing and bored with the tornado, Sorcha went over and plopped herself into the young man's lap...and proceeded to flirt with him, the same way she'd flirted and joked with any number of people sharing that bathroom.

For over an hour Sorcha and her Sisters entertained the populace in the bathroom with wit and laughter. The worry over the storm was lessened.

Finally, the all-clear was called and everyone emerged from the shelter. As Sorcha and her sisters started back to camp to see about damage, a man stopped her and thanked her. He was the host of the young man in the wheelchair, who had never been to an SCA event before...and who had been largely ignored by the rest of the populace, according to his friend. He thanked Sorcha for making his friend feel welcomed and like a normal SCA'er.

~*~

Sorcha was a firm believer that by making people laugh and smile, you improved their game in the Society. And by doing so, you improved your own. So it came naturally to her to treat everyone as a potential victim of a bit of bawdy humor.

And she really didn't give a shit about what anyone thought of her sense of humor and behavior.

~*~

While she's grown older, Sorcha hasn't matured much over the years. She's gotten a little more savvy about when and where to make an inappropriate joke...but she's learned new jokes over the years too. Maybe there is a little more tact and she tries not to curse around the kids as much, but overall her lack of giving a shit still holds true.

When she stands before a Bardic audience, you may hear a ballad of bravery, a love poem, or a raunchy song about "Four and Twenty Virgins". The wench may be older, but she's lost none of her shine or her spark.




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