Nettle District
Summer 12th, 513AV
15th Bell
It was hot, Wanda was sure of that. Summer was her favorite season for no reason other than the fact that she got away with dressing as lightly as she pleased. That is, it was typically her favorite season. But it was simply too hot today, and if she shed any more clothing she'd likely be apprehended for indecency.
It's too hot for these crowds. The streets were bustling, some folks getting off from work early while others shouted above the din to hawk their goods. Why are there so many people out and about? she griped to herself. So many! Of course, the streets were no more crowded than they'd always been. A sweaty middle-aged man jarringly bumped into Wanda as they followed the flow of traffic, and one look at the young blonde was enough to cut short the lame apology on his lips.
But it wasn't simply the stifling heat and crowds that had Wanda in a ticked mood. It'd simply been a bad day all around for the girl, beginning with the realization that she didn't like her job after all.
It was Wanda's first day off from work -- from a job she'd been pining for for roughly two years. And she'd felt relieved. Relieved. Relieved to not have to wake up and go to a job she was already bored of. Just a few days ago, she couldn't wait to get to work. Was she really already disenchanted with her dream job? Over the past few seasons, Wanda had developed a kind of idealized vision of how working as a masseuse would be. But she never imagined how horribly tedious it could be to sit there and wait entire bells for customers to request her services.
And it was her own relief for a day off that had started her day off poorly. Her source of income wasn't everything she had hoped it would be. C'mon, she had told herself. It's not that bad. And, honestly, it wasn't. At least she had a job, which was more than some folks could claim. But she was a hormonal teen who needed excitement in her life, and reality had fallen short of her expectations.
From her realization, Wanda's day had gone downhill. Nothing too big 'n horrible -- a stubbed toe here, a spilled drink there -- but it had all kind of accumulated. Not to mention her mother's condition, which continued to grow worse day by day despite her best efforts.
What she could really use as she aimlessly trudged through the streets was a friend, a familiar face, someone to reel her back into her usual cheery state.
With a resigned sigh, Wanda weaved her way to the bank of the river of people, slowing her pace. "Fine day, isn't it?" A shopkeeper asked as Wanda passed, trying to strike up a conversation. She turned, readying a curtly polite "no thanks" in case the fellow tried to pawn anything off on her. But the man -- a balding, fellow with a couple teeth missing -- sported a simple, content smile and waved her on, leaving Wanda feeling a tad ashamed for pouting like she was.
OOCSorry this isn't my best writing! I was mostly super-tired. :/
Summer 12th, 513AV
15th Bell
It was hot, Wanda was sure of that. Summer was her favorite season for no reason other than the fact that she got away with dressing as lightly as she pleased. That is, it was typically her favorite season. But it was simply too hot today, and if she shed any more clothing she'd likely be apprehended for indecency.
It's too hot for these crowds. The streets were bustling, some folks getting off from work early while others shouted above the din to hawk their goods. Why are there so many people out and about? she griped to herself. So many! Of course, the streets were no more crowded than they'd always been. A sweaty middle-aged man jarringly bumped into Wanda as they followed the flow of traffic, and one look at the young blonde was enough to cut short the lame apology on his lips.
But it wasn't simply the stifling heat and crowds that had Wanda in a ticked mood. It'd simply been a bad day all around for the girl, beginning with the realization that she didn't like her job after all.
It was Wanda's first day off from work -- from a job she'd been pining for for roughly two years. And she'd felt relieved. Relieved. Relieved to not have to wake up and go to a job she was already bored of. Just a few days ago, she couldn't wait to get to work. Was she really already disenchanted with her dream job? Over the past few seasons, Wanda had developed a kind of idealized vision of how working as a masseuse would be. But she never imagined how horribly tedious it could be to sit there and wait entire bells for customers to request her services.
And it was her own relief for a day off that had started her day off poorly. Her source of income wasn't everything she had hoped it would be. C'mon, she had told herself. It's not that bad. And, honestly, it wasn't. At least she had a job, which was more than some folks could claim. But she was a hormonal teen who needed excitement in her life, and reality had fallen short of her expectations.
From her realization, Wanda's day had gone downhill. Nothing too big 'n horrible -- a stubbed toe here, a spilled drink there -- but it had all kind of accumulated. Not to mention her mother's condition, which continued to grow worse day by day despite her best efforts.
What she could really use as she aimlessly trudged through the streets was a friend, a familiar face, someone to reel her back into her usual cheery state.
With a resigned sigh, Wanda weaved her way to the bank of the river of people, slowing her pace. "Fine day, isn't it?" A shopkeeper asked as Wanda passed, trying to strike up a conversation. She turned, readying a curtly polite "no thanks" in case the fellow tried to pawn anything off on her. But the man -- a balding, fellow with a couple teeth missing -- sported a simple, content smile and waved her on, leaving Wanda feeling a tad ashamed for pouting like she was.
OOCSorry this isn't my best writing! I was mostly super-tired. :/