Timestamp: 79th of Autumn, 514AV
Making it down to the third tier was a struggle, made worse by the weariness that forced her to stop and sit down every couple chimes. She’d thought the walk to her shop was long; no, this was a long walk. Where once she would have made this trip with ease, even enjoyed the fresh air, now she was bundled up in her cloak, trying to disguise the fact that she was gasping for breath. Since she’d left the healing center, the slightest chill seemed to cut right through her and every muscle seemed to reluctant to return to use.
She prayed Alements was warm.
The establishment still seemed so new to her, even though she logically knew it had started in the Spring. It was still unsettling to realize she’d missed almost two seasons in what seemed the blink of an eye. She remembered hearing about its grand opening – a colorful affair, though she’d been unable to attend herself.
Stopping for another rest on a bench not far from her destination, she attempted to collect herself. She would walk in with short steps. She would pause outside to slow her breath. Under no circumstances would she stumble in like a half-starved beggar. Hopefully she’d be better dressed, but the point remained.
Taking a moment to massage the throbbing muscles above her knees, a swift breeze sent shivers up her legs and she quickly stood and made her way to the front door.
By Akajia’s black panties, this place had better be warm.
Head held high, she pushed through the door while two hands swung off her cloak and the other four smoothed her dress. Straight back, slow breaths. Her black sweater dress was warm, but did nothing to hide her stomach without the cloak. Nevertheless, she tried to wear the pregnant look well and looked around, wondering if she should seat herself. The interior was rich in color and thankfully warm, making her feel oddly underdressed. Discreetly enjoying the scent of herbs and spices that hung in the air, she moved across the room and claimed a seat far from the door.
Making it down to the third tier was a struggle, made worse by the weariness that forced her to stop and sit down every couple chimes. She’d thought the walk to her shop was long; no, this was a long walk. Where once she would have made this trip with ease, even enjoyed the fresh air, now she was bundled up in her cloak, trying to disguise the fact that she was gasping for breath. Since she’d left the healing center, the slightest chill seemed to cut right through her and every muscle seemed to reluctant to return to use.
She prayed Alements was warm.
The establishment still seemed so new to her, even though she logically knew it had started in the Spring. It was still unsettling to realize she’d missed almost two seasons in what seemed the blink of an eye. She remembered hearing about its grand opening – a colorful affair, though she’d been unable to attend herself.
Stopping for another rest on a bench not far from her destination, she attempted to collect herself. She would walk in with short steps. She would pause outside to slow her breath. Under no circumstances would she stumble in like a half-starved beggar. Hopefully she’d be better dressed, but the point remained.
Taking a moment to massage the throbbing muscles above her knees, a swift breeze sent shivers up her legs and she quickly stood and made her way to the front door.
By Akajia’s black panties, this place had better be warm.
Head held high, she pushed through the door while two hands swung off her cloak and the other four smoothed her dress. Straight back, slow breaths. Her black sweater dress was warm, but did nothing to hide her stomach without the cloak. Nevertheless, she tried to wear the pregnant look well and looked around, wondering if she should seat herself. The interior was rich in color and thankfully warm, making her feel oddly underdressed. Discreetly enjoying the scent of herbs and spices that hung in the air, she moved across the room and claimed a seat far from the door.