![]() 9, Fall of 512 A.V. As the sun was highest in the sky, a young woman made her way to the well-known workshop deep within her hold. She was nervous, eyes a mixture of pink and purple, gait uncertain. The young lass even paused briefly in the road every now and then, much to the annoyance of anyone who was right behind her. Those that paid attention to her would note she was rehearsing the same lines over and over. When she came across the shop she searched for, a brief smile crossed her lips, yellow mixing with the pink and purple in her eyes. She looked upon the great green sign boldly telling all the name of the establishment, Strings 'n Things. A glance was spared over her shoulder at the lute stowed behind her back, a long leather strap going from hip to just right next to her neck, keeping it up and close against her body. This store was where it was created a few years ago. She stopped before the door, inhaling slowly through her nose. As she exhaled, her tense body eased. Well, she thought. Here goes nothing. The door slowly creaked open as she made her way in, trying to clear her black leather boots of snow with a stomp or two before entry. "Hello?" Her inquiring tone carried her timid voice, pink and purple pushing aside the yellow in her eye. She ahemed quietly into a fist to collect herself, before speaking with more confidence. "Is there any chance I could acquire a job here?" A very slight smirk of satisfaction spread across her lips as she said the words. |