43rd of Spring, 514 AV
Palla woke up right on time that morning. She made a sandwich for her breakfast and yet another for her lunch. Palla petted her dogs and gave them each a quick scratch as they followed her around the small condo. Palla wolfed down her sandwich and carried the other in her hands, not wanting to put it in her backpack that was littered with wood shavings. Palla had cleaned out her backpack after work yesterday, but wood dust still resided in it. Palla jogged lightly to her shop, careful not to exert herself too much to avoid getting sick due to running too hard, too fast after her meal.
Soon, Palla arrived at her shop, refreshed from a rare perfect sleep and ready to carve. She opened her door, stepping in and looking around her shop in gratefulness and joy. She had a feeling that today would be a good day. Palla was feeling great that day, and her worries about her shop suddenly failing were very minimal on that happy morning. Palla took a moment to admire the simple interior of her shop that while lacking lavish decorations and extra space, was in good shape and cozy. Palla placed her sandwich on the back of the table in her small carving room, as she had dubbed it, away from the wood shavings that littered the front of the table where she sat and carved.
She skipped childishly around the shop as she decided her carvings were in need of rearranging, and straightened out each of her carvings, putting the astray squirrel or bird back with those of its kind. Palla positioned all of her carvings for what she decided was optimal viewing by putting some of her works that she didn't favor as much on the very back of the shelves, with her best works partially blocking them from view. That way, customers would only see the best of her works unless they were very keen observers.
After about a half a bell of rearranging, Palla looked upon her work, satisfied, as she walked with a spring in her step to the small back room of her shop.
Palla opened her toolkit excitedly, happy to be in front of her familiar tools. Her eyes were a mixture of pink and purple, as they had been since she had opened them that day. Palla was filled with inspiration that day, as well as energy. She decided to carve a silkena, one that she imagined to look like Midnight. There were small differences between the two, but nothing major, the main difference between the two was their coloring. Purity was pure white, but appeared to have a yellowish tint unless he just took a bath, but Midnight was a dark black, dark as midnight, hence the name. Palla loved the two dogs, and while she gave the individuals more attention than they would have gotten at The Sanctuary, especially on her off days, she still wished she had more time to spend with her dogs.
Palla carved the silkena carefully, but not as carefully as she could have, messing up on the fur but covering it up by shaving away the messed up fur and re-carving the fur. It was not obvious that Palla has messed up on the fur on one side, in fact, only an expert observer would notice that the silkena was a bit thinner on one side. After painstakingly fixing the hair to avoid messing up again, Palla moved onto the facial features. She carved the snout, protruding unlike the face of a human's, and then carved the eyes, being meticulous about the small details. Palla managed to produce a head not too unlike that of a silkena's, with small discrepancies between the real thing and her carving, most very minimal. The small carving still looked decent, carved in unusual wood, one Palla didn't know the origins of. Wood was uncommon in Riverfall, so even the local wood was a bit expensive. It was one of the few connections Palla could make between Riverfall and Avanthal.
Palla put her carving away on a shelf, already imagining a person with wings. She decided to make a rough draft with clay, trying to form wings. They would be crude, but Palla still thought it helped imagine the general shape of the carving. Palla took two small pieces of clay and flattened them out. Once I get better at using clay, I should invest in tools to shape the clay. I need some knives for small details, and some slip. I can actually make my own slip. It's supposed to be better than water. Isn't it? Maybe I can even buy an oven for baking it.
Of course, I'll have to get much better at carving to do that. I don't have time for another hobby, especially one as time-consuming as making things out of clay. When I get more experienced, I can hire an apprentice, because I'll be able to make more money. Palla knew essential clay techniques such as scoring and slipping, but not much than that. Even so, Palla knew more about working with clay than how to actually carry out the actions of making things with clay.
As Palla thought, she was trying to curve the wings to make them look like that of a bird's. They looked like demented, vaguely wing-shaped rounded objects. Palla decided they were good enough, though, and made an oval shaped object for the body. She scored and used some water in the place of slip, and attached the barely held together, by Palla's inexperienced scoring and slipping, roughly made torso to the wings. Palla made thin sticks for the arms, on the verge of breaking, and sticks a bit thicker for the legs. The figure, laying down, looked like a peaceful angel... That is, if one had a lot of imagination. Just as Palla was about to finish up trying in a futile attempt to attach the pieces together in a way that they wouldn't fall off, a girl walked into the store.
Palla took in her features, especially her bright red hair. Suddenly, it hit her. Alia. Palla remembered her from The Ice Masquerade, and while their personalities were not that similar, Palla had still liked the red headed Inarta. She found herself being acquainted to more people. She may have even become a bit more social, Palla thought, a bit excited at the prospect. She still stammered, as she had since she arrived in Riverfall, and still disliked social events, but wasn't dreading every social event that she went to as much, and just felt a bit more social in general. Palla took a deep breath
when she saw the familiar redhead walk into her shop, and willed herself not to stammer.
"H-Hello, Alia" Palla greeted the Inarta. "How may I help you?" Palla mentally cheered herself on for not stammering on the last sentence. Today was just a great day for Palla, she felt happy and much more self confident than she usually did. Plus, she was already familiar with Alia. Palla's eyes would normally be blue and turquoise, but today they were a pinkish purple, still, with only a tint of blue.
Palla had told Alia about her shop, but hadn't imagined she would visit. She was happy she had, however, and had greeted her warmly. Even though she had stared at the ground while doing so, Palla had prided herself on not stammering. Palla looked at Alia expectantly, wondering what she would say, how she would reply as to why she was there.
OOCI'm vague about Alia and Palla's relationship because I don't know what'll happen at the ice masquerade, exactly.
Palla woke up right on time that morning. She made a sandwich for her breakfast and yet another for her lunch. Palla petted her dogs and gave them each a quick scratch as they followed her around the small condo. Palla wolfed down her sandwich and carried the other in her hands, not wanting to put it in her backpack that was littered with wood shavings. Palla had cleaned out her backpack after work yesterday, but wood dust still resided in it. Palla jogged lightly to her shop, careful not to exert herself too much to avoid getting sick due to running too hard, too fast after her meal.
Soon, Palla arrived at her shop, refreshed from a rare perfect sleep and ready to carve. She opened her door, stepping in and looking around her shop in gratefulness and joy. She had a feeling that today would be a good day. Palla was feeling great that day, and her worries about her shop suddenly failing were very minimal on that happy morning. Palla took a moment to admire the simple interior of her shop that while lacking lavish decorations and extra space, was in good shape and cozy. Palla placed her sandwich on the back of the table in her small carving room, as she had dubbed it, away from the wood shavings that littered the front of the table where she sat and carved.
She skipped childishly around the shop as she decided her carvings were in need of rearranging, and straightened out each of her carvings, putting the astray squirrel or bird back with those of its kind. Palla positioned all of her carvings for what she decided was optimal viewing by putting some of her works that she didn't favor as much on the very back of the shelves, with her best works partially blocking them from view. That way, customers would only see the best of her works unless they were very keen observers.
After about a half a bell of rearranging, Palla looked upon her work, satisfied, as she walked with a spring in her step to the small back room of her shop.
Palla opened her toolkit excitedly, happy to be in front of her familiar tools. Her eyes were a mixture of pink and purple, as they had been since she had opened them that day. Palla was filled with inspiration that day, as well as energy. She decided to carve a silkena, one that she imagined to look like Midnight. There were small differences between the two, but nothing major, the main difference between the two was their coloring. Purity was pure white, but appeared to have a yellowish tint unless he just took a bath, but Midnight was a dark black, dark as midnight, hence the name. Palla loved the two dogs, and while she gave the individuals more attention than they would have gotten at The Sanctuary, especially on her off days, she still wished she had more time to spend with her dogs.
Palla carved the silkena carefully, but not as carefully as she could have, messing up on the fur but covering it up by shaving away the messed up fur and re-carving the fur. It was not obvious that Palla has messed up on the fur on one side, in fact, only an expert observer would notice that the silkena was a bit thinner on one side. After painstakingly fixing the hair to avoid messing up again, Palla moved onto the facial features. She carved the snout, protruding unlike the face of a human's, and then carved the eyes, being meticulous about the small details. Palla managed to produce a head not too unlike that of a silkena's, with small discrepancies between the real thing and her carving, most very minimal. The small carving still looked decent, carved in unusual wood, one Palla didn't know the origins of. Wood was uncommon in Riverfall, so even the local wood was a bit expensive. It was one of the few connections Palla could make between Riverfall and Avanthal.
Palla put her carving away on a shelf, already imagining a person with wings. She decided to make a rough draft with clay, trying to form wings. They would be crude, but Palla still thought it helped imagine the general shape of the carving. Palla took two small pieces of clay and flattened them out. Once I get better at using clay, I should invest in tools to shape the clay. I need some knives for small details, and some slip. I can actually make my own slip. It's supposed to be better than water. Isn't it? Maybe I can even buy an oven for baking it.
Of course, I'll have to get much better at carving to do that. I don't have time for another hobby, especially one as time-consuming as making things out of clay. When I get more experienced, I can hire an apprentice, because I'll be able to make more money. Palla knew essential clay techniques such as scoring and slipping, but not much than that. Even so, Palla knew more about working with clay than how to actually carry out the actions of making things with clay.
As Palla thought, she was trying to curve the wings to make them look like that of a bird's. They looked like demented, vaguely wing-shaped rounded objects. Palla decided they were good enough, though, and made an oval shaped object for the body. She scored and used some water in the place of slip, and attached the barely held together, by Palla's inexperienced scoring and slipping, roughly made torso to the wings. Palla made thin sticks for the arms, on the verge of breaking, and sticks a bit thicker for the legs. The figure, laying down, looked like a peaceful angel... That is, if one had a lot of imagination. Just as Palla was about to finish up trying in a futile attempt to attach the pieces together in a way that they wouldn't fall off, a girl walked into the store.
Palla took in her features, especially her bright red hair. Suddenly, it hit her. Alia. Palla remembered her from The Ice Masquerade, and while their personalities were not that similar, Palla had still liked the red headed Inarta. She found herself being acquainted to more people. She may have even become a bit more social, Palla thought, a bit excited at the prospect. She still stammered, as she had since she arrived in Riverfall, and still disliked social events, but wasn't dreading every social event that she went to as much, and just felt a bit more social in general. Palla took a deep breath
when she saw the familiar redhead walk into her shop, and willed herself not to stammer.
"H-Hello, Alia" Palla greeted the Inarta. "How may I help you?" Palla mentally cheered herself on for not stammering on the last sentence. Today was just a great day for Palla, she felt happy and much more self confident than she usually did. Plus, she was already familiar with Alia. Palla's eyes would normally be blue and turquoise, but today they were a pinkish purple, still, with only a tint of blue.
Palla had told Alia about her shop, but hadn't imagined she would visit. She was happy she had, however, and had greeted her warmly. Even though she had stared at the ground while doing so, Palla had prided herself on not stammering. Palla looked at Alia expectantly, wondering what she would say, how she would reply as to why she was there.
OOCI'm vague about Alia and Palla's relationship because I don't know what'll happen at the ice masquerade, exactly.
