49th Day of Summer, 513 AV
“And don’t forget to be quick! The lady will be here soon for her appointment!”
Ceira didn’t turn back to look at the thin woman behind her, instead she just threw her hand back in what was meant to be a wave of acknowledgement. Hopefully she saw it as one. That lady was a right-up petcher. A scowl flittered over her face as she remembered what had just passed. She had been asked to fetch an emergency dress delivery for none other than Yvette, the owner of a high-end dressmaking store. As soon as Ceira had walked in the lady had done everything short of throwing her out of the store - apparently her clothes were absolutely horrible and her boots had mud on them. Which wasn’t true at all... They are brown in colour! Ok... they had a tiny little bit of mud on them... Even so, she had acquired the job all the same, though the lady’s attitude left a bad taste in her mouth.
Today, a delayed shipment of dresses was meant to arrive at the docks, ones that were urgently needed for a fitting this afternoon. Currently pacing herself on the fine line between a run and a fast jog, Ceira overtook a couple of slower-paced elderly citizens as she navigated the streets . It was a cool day today, a pleasant rarity that wasn’t often seen in the Summer. A slightly salty breeze wafted through the air, some of it trying to tease the ginger-coloured curls out of a plait she had placed it in the earlier hours of the day. She actually felt comfortable in her clothes today, she still hated them, but they didn’t annoy or aggravate her like they usually would.
Ceira had developed a routine the past couple of weeks; she would arrive into town and wander about the main streets of Zeltiva, which was usually East and West Street, though she would sometimes branch out further away if no work was available. She was starting to become known in the area and a few people, who had the odd message or parcel they wanted to be couriered around, often managed to find her to deliver it. By around the noon bell, when the sun was at its peak in the sky, Ceira would finish up her last delivery and start the trek home - although not after grabbing something to nibble on beforehand. She had also started to get the hang of the faster routes she could take in order to quicken her delivery time - though she occasionally gets lost and has to ask for directions every now and again.
A loud and resounding noise could be heard ringing in the distance, dragging Ceira out of her mindful wanderings and back on the task at hand. Right. The dresses. I don’t have much time left... With this thought in mind, she increased her pace slightly as she rounded a bend, catching a glimpse of the azure ocean ahead. Not that far off now, just have to keep running.
“And don’t forget to be quick! The lady will be here soon for her appointment!”
Ceira didn’t turn back to look at the thin woman behind her, instead she just threw her hand back in what was meant to be a wave of acknowledgement. Hopefully she saw it as one. That lady was a right-up petcher. A scowl flittered over her face as she remembered what had just passed. She had been asked to fetch an emergency dress delivery for none other than Yvette, the owner of a high-end dressmaking store. As soon as Ceira had walked in the lady had done everything short of throwing her out of the store - apparently her clothes were absolutely horrible and her boots had mud on them. Which wasn’t true at all... They are brown in colour! Ok... they had a tiny little bit of mud on them... Even so, she had acquired the job all the same, though the lady’s attitude left a bad taste in her mouth.
Today, a delayed shipment of dresses was meant to arrive at the docks, ones that were urgently needed for a fitting this afternoon. Currently pacing herself on the fine line between a run and a fast jog, Ceira overtook a couple of slower-paced elderly citizens as she navigated the streets . It was a cool day today, a pleasant rarity that wasn’t often seen in the Summer. A slightly salty breeze wafted through the air, some of it trying to tease the ginger-coloured curls out of a plait she had placed it in the earlier hours of the day. She actually felt comfortable in her clothes today, she still hated them, but they didn’t annoy or aggravate her like they usually would.
Ceira had developed a routine the past couple of weeks; she would arrive into town and wander about the main streets of Zeltiva, which was usually East and West Street, though she would sometimes branch out further away if no work was available. She was starting to become known in the area and a few people, who had the odd message or parcel they wanted to be couriered around, often managed to find her to deliver it. By around the noon bell, when the sun was at its peak in the sky, Ceira would finish up her last delivery and start the trek home - although not after grabbing something to nibble on beforehand. She had also started to get the hang of the faster routes she could take in order to quicken her delivery time - though she occasionally gets lost and has to ask for directions every now and again.
A loud and resounding noise could be heard ringing in the distance, dragging Ceira out of her mindful wanderings and back on the task at hand. Right. The dresses. I don’t have much time left... With this thought in mind, she increased her pace slightly as she rounded a bend, catching a glimpse of the azure ocean ahead. Not that far off now, just have to keep running.
