20th of Spring, 514 AV
Palla picked up a block of wood, yawning. She identified it as common wood, and decided to carve a mouse. Palla was extremely tired, but kept herself awake. She carved the wood, going with the grain that was facing her, and with her shallow gouge, sliced the finger of her hand that was holding the carving.
Palla yelped in pain, and was jolted awake. "Petch." Palla mumbled under her breath, more mad at herself than scared. Palla walked to the front room, and found a fabric scrap on the ground. She used the tiny thing to cover her cut, and put clay over the makeshift bandage to keep it in place. It was very crude, but Palla had decided a while ago that she had no need for first aid kits. If the injury was severe enough, she could go see a healer. Now, however, she was starting to reconsider.
Oh, well. It's only a minor cut, it should heal within less than ten days, hopefully. Palla put her wood away, and cleaned up her table, putting her carving tools away. There was less than a half of a bell left in Palla's work day, so Palla decided that playing with clay would be a safer bet.
Palla then got a lump of clay out from under her table, and started to form half of it into a ball. She made half of it into an ovular shape, and cut the other half in half again, forming it into a ball. Palla crosshatched with her short fingernails in the clay where she wanted to connect the pieces, and then used water that she had collected in a handmade bowl on the corner of her table to attach the parts together.
The head of what Palla was going to make a rabbit fell off, and Palla tried a couple more times until she got it to stay. Once the head was securely fastened, Palla managed to get one ear to stay on the rabbit. The other refused to stay, and Palla eventually gave up. Palla smashed the clay buny an rolled it back into a ball. She stood up, preparing to leave, but she felt like she wasn't alone I'm just paranoid. There's nobody here.
Palla opened the door to leave, but hesitated. She waited, leaning against the door, for the shop was now closed, and she didn't want to let customers in. Palla waited, for some inexplicable reason. And waited.