2nd of Summer, 514 AV Palla did practically the same thing every day. Woke up, petted her dogs, and went to work. There, she would carve and carve and carve until the day ended. Not to say that she didn't love her work, but the novelty of a new shop had long since worn off. The days seemed to blend together in a pleasant routine, wake up, eat, carve, eat, carve, jog, sleep. Palla would probably never tire of carving, but still, her life held a sort of monotony. A monotony that she liked. Still, Palla had a variety in her life. She always had the chance to do something new, meet new people, try new things, and she often did, especially on her off days. Either way, Palla held a passion for carving. On a day like any other, Palla woke up, slightly more tired than usual, but still ready to carve. She went through her normal morning routine, then arrived at her shop. Palla had just walked in and settled down at her carving table when a customer walked in. “H-Hello, ma’am.” Palla greeted the woman “How may I help you?” The woman was a Konti, wearing a blue dress and a seafoam green scarf. Her pale complexion looked good with the colors of the ocean, and her long white hair, reaching just below her ribs, trailed behind her. She looked pretty, and Palla couldn’t help but envy her. Still, she kept her small professional smile on, and waited for her reply. After a few moments that felt like an eternity, Palla received a reply. “Why do you ask?” Palla was thrown off guard by the question, and took a few moments to regain her composure. “W-Well, you see, ma-” The woman cut her off. “I was just kidding.” Palla breathed a small sigh of relief. I’m glad that I don’t have to deal with some crazy woman. Although… What kind of joke is that? “I would like a carving of a swan.” Palla was a bit startled by her question, and replied with “U-Um… I’m sorry, ma’am, I don’t actually have a swan. I-I could make you one, though.” The woman replied with “Thank you. When will it be ready?” Palla replied with “B-By the end of the day.” “How much will it cost? I’ll pay you now.” Palla ran through the list of prices in her head, and said, after a moment of thinking “F-Five silvers for a small one, A gold miza for a medium one, and two gold rimmed mizas for a large one.” The woman gave it some thought. “I’ll give you a gold miza. That sounds fair. Don’t do it in the cheapest wood you have, nor the most expensive.” The woman handed Palla a gold miza and left, and Palla was left to worry about the swan. |