A Good Day for Business [Iollan, Daeris]
Feb 12, 2015 19:00:03 GMT
Post by Nalytia on Feb 12, 2015 19:00:03 GMT
--- Year 8269
Daeris walked along the cobblestone paths of Iadlain quickly, a full and rather heavy looking box in her arms, filled with all sorts of strange odds and ends. She was mumbling and grumbling about something along the lines of "too much work" and "not enough hands". She wondered why her father had had to stop his work so suddenly; it's not like there was anything wrong with helping out the next Count, no matter the race. Sure, he was human, but that didn't really change anything unless he was worried about image. If he was, then that was just stupid. He was stupid.
She had to stop walking for a moment as the box, she felt, was beginning to throw out her back. One-Hundred and Six was far too young an age to be complaining about the state of her bones, but she was sure that if she had to continue all the rush work at the rate she was, she'd be hunched over on a cane by 200. There was a bench a few steps away, so she took the opportunity to set the case down on the ground and take a gracious seat; it was a wonderful load off of her shoulders, back, and feet. She closed her eyes and flipped her head back, sighing heavily; trying to start up a store was far harder than she thought it would be(Not that she was expecting it to be ridiculously easy), and the materials for it were far heavier than she expected them to be, too. In all her years of flipping through texts and studying up on healing and potions, she never though the actual potion's materials would be so weighty!
Daeris opened her eyes bit, looking around the square now; things seemed busier today than they usually were; people cleaning storefronts and setting "closed" signs to "open". Maybe it was the spring fever that was setting them all in a mood to sell. She wondered when and if she would ever reach that point in her business....
Daeris walked along the cobblestone paths of Iadlain quickly, a full and rather heavy looking box in her arms, filled with all sorts of strange odds and ends. She was mumbling and grumbling about something along the lines of "too much work" and "not enough hands". She wondered why her father had had to stop his work so suddenly; it's not like there was anything wrong with helping out the next Count, no matter the race. Sure, he was human, but that didn't really change anything unless he was worried about image. If he was, then that was just stupid. He was stupid.
She had to stop walking for a moment as the box, she felt, was beginning to throw out her back. One-Hundred and Six was far too young an age to be complaining about the state of her bones, but she was sure that if she had to continue all the rush work at the rate she was, she'd be hunched over on a cane by 200. There was a bench a few steps away, so she took the opportunity to set the case down on the ground and take a gracious seat; it was a wonderful load off of her shoulders, back, and feet. She closed her eyes and flipped her head back, sighing heavily; trying to start up a store was far harder than she thought it would be(Not that she was expecting it to be ridiculously easy), and the materials for it were far heavier than she expected them to be, too. In all her years of flipping through texts and studying up on healing and potions, she never though the actual potion's materials would be so weighty!
Daeris opened her eyes bit, looking around the square now; things seemed busier today than they usually were; people cleaning storefronts and setting "closed" signs to "open". Maybe it was the spring fever that was setting them all in a mood to sell. She wondered when and if she would ever reach that point in her business....