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Torrential rain greeted Savacea that morning when she woke up. She was not really excited to have to walk through the down pour, so she waited in the common area of the Dormitories waiting for it to slack back a little. Though the weather did not seem relenting as the rain continued to gush from the sky, and she was already late to work as it was. She could only hope Tokia would be lenient due to the weather, but she had a feeling people of Black Rock was used to such weather, and it was no excuse.
With that in mind she walked to the door that would lead to her soaked demise. She briefly placed her hand on the door to open it, letting it linger there as she battled inside herself about getting wet or waiting and being terribly late. Getting to work though won out, as she pushed the door open. A large gust of wind carried the rain and hit her in the face. The drops felt like the stinging of insects as they battered her face, she ducked her head and pushed through, closing the door behind her. Briefly looking up she noticed that it was difficult to see the path before her. The rain came down in thick sheets, fog seemed to rise from the slight mountainous road, the summer sun was blotted out by menacing dark clouds. The aroma of earth wafted to her nose from the moist wind, with the lingering sweet and pungent scent that the rain brought up from the ground. Savacea scrunched up her stern nose at the aroma's, keeping her head held down and pushing through the rain, wrapping her elongated arms around her small frame.
The journey to Tokia Tonics lasted longer then she really thought it would, putting her in a dyspeptic frame of mind. She was already late from trying to wait out the monsoon of rain, then having to walk slowly and carefully through the copious downfall, made her that much more late. Savacea gritted her teeth as she opened the door to the shop, quickly shutting it behind her before too much of the cloudburst could enter Tokia's hodgepodge shop. The raven haired girl stood there for a moment, as the moisture dripped rapidly down her body, pooling at her feet as she was soaked to the bone. She rubbed her arms slightly as a chill entered her body, it was summer time and the heat was there, but it was not as hot as one would think and with the rain it brought a chill to the bones. Savaea brought her clawed hands up, brushing back the hair that was soaked and stuck to her face, back and out of the way. She heard a clearing of a throat and she turned her head to see Tokia standing there with her arms crossed. She had a vexed look upon her face, as the tip of her foot slowly patted at the floor. The woman was in her forties but appeared to be a very fit and capable thirty year old. Savaea gave her a small smile hoping to ease the anger from her face. This of course did not work, as the Myrian approached her, looking down at the puddle of water then back up to her eyes.
“What the petch took you so long?” She asked in a disgruntled tone, looking expectantly for a wonderful answer to her question. Savacea opened her mouth, then she closed it. She repeated this a few times before giving a loud exhale of breath. There was no use of trying to come up with an excuse for her belated arrival, she knew the truth was the best wasy to go.
“Honestly I have no excuse for you. I was waiting for the rain to slack up, but it did seem that it would cease, so I walked in the monsoon but that also was a time consuming endeavor. I apologize.” The Symenestra's tone was full of angst, hoping the Myrian would not fire her or punish her too harshly. She knew she had been foolish to think that she could wait out the storm, even more foolish for not leaving earlier.
The Myrian looked her up and down, taking in her dripping body and how her arms were wrapped around her small frame, a brief look of pity crossed her features but quickly disappeared as the irritated look came back to her face. She tsked loudly shaking her head, “Why are you standing there soaking my floor!? Get on with you, go to the back and stand before the hearth to dry up. Can't have you flooding my shop.” The woman chided her, shooing her away with the gesture of both of her hands, as she went to clean up the puddle that was larger now from Savacea standing there.
Savacea nodded her head, a bit afraid to say anything else, as she hurried to the back and stood before the hearth. The warmth flickered from the flames, wrapping her in a cozy embrace banishing the chill from her bones. She stood there for a good fifteen minutes and was longer as soaked as she was. She turned to her back to let her hair and the back end dry a little, as she gathered her thick tresses in both hands and lifting them up, and spreading them out on her back so they could dry faster.
To Make a Pomade Part 3
Torrential rain greeted Savacea that morning when she woke up. She was not really excited to have to walk through the down pour, so she waited in the common area of the Dormitories waiting for it to slack back a little. Though the weather did not seem relenting as the rain continued to gush from the sky, and she was already late to work as it was. She could only hope Tokia would be lenient due to the weather, but she had a feeling people of Black Rock was used to such weather, and it was no excuse.
With that in mind she walked to the door that would lead to her soaked demise. She briefly placed her hand on the door to open it, letting it linger there as she battled inside herself about getting wet or waiting and being terribly late. Getting to work though won out, as she pushed the door open. A large gust of wind carried the rain and hit her in the face. The drops felt like the stinging of insects as they battered her face, she ducked her head and pushed through, closing the door behind her. Briefly looking up she noticed that it was difficult to see the path before her. The rain came down in thick sheets, fog seemed to rise from the slight mountainous road, the summer sun was blotted out by menacing dark clouds. The aroma of earth wafted to her nose from the moist wind, with the lingering sweet and pungent scent that the rain brought up from the ground. Savacea scrunched up her stern nose at the aroma's, keeping her head held down and pushing through the rain, wrapping her elongated arms around her small frame.
The journey to Tokia Tonics lasted longer then she really thought it would, putting her in a dyspeptic frame of mind. She was already late from trying to wait out the monsoon of rain, then having to walk slowly and carefully through the copious downfall, made her that much more late. Savacea gritted her teeth as she opened the door to the shop, quickly shutting it behind her before too much of the cloudburst could enter Tokia's hodgepodge shop. The raven haired girl stood there for a moment, as the moisture dripped rapidly down her body, pooling at her feet as she was soaked to the bone. She rubbed her arms slightly as a chill entered her body, it was summer time and the heat was there, but it was not as hot as one would think and with the rain it brought a chill to the bones. Savaea brought her clawed hands up, brushing back the hair that was soaked and stuck to her face, back and out of the way. She heard a clearing of a throat and she turned her head to see Tokia standing there with her arms crossed. She had a vexed look upon her face, as the tip of her foot slowly patted at the floor. The woman was in her forties but appeared to be a very fit and capable thirty year old. Savaea gave her a small smile hoping to ease the anger from her face. This of course did not work, as the Myrian approached her, looking down at the puddle of water then back up to her eyes.
“What the petch took you so long?” She asked in a disgruntled tone, looking expectantly for a wonderful answer to her question. Savacea opened her mouth, then she closed it. She repeated this a few times before giving a loud exhale of breath. There was no use of trying to come up with an excuse for her belated arrival, she knew the truth was the best wasy to go.
“Honestly I have no excuse for you. I was waiting for the rain to slack up, but it did seem that it would cease, so I walked in the monsoon but that also was a time consuming endeavor. I apologize.” The Symenestra's tone was full of angst, hoping the Myrian would not fire her or punish her too harshly. She knew she had been foolish to think that she could wait out the storm, even more foolish for not leaving earlier.
The Myrian looked her up and down, taking in her dripping body and how her arms were wrapped around her small frame, a brief look of pity crossed her features but quickly disappeared as the irritated look came back to her face. She tsked loudly shaking her head, “Why are you standing there soaking my floor!? Get on with you, go to the back and stand before the hearth to dry up. Can't have you flooding my shop.” The woman chided her, shooing her away with the gesture of both of her hands, as she went to clean up the puddle that was larger now from Savacea standing there.
Savacea nodded her head, a bit afraid to say anything else, as she hurried to the back and stood before the hearth. The warmth flickered from the flames, wrapping her in a cozy embrace banishing the chill from her bones. She stood there for a good fifteen minutes and was longer as soaked as she was. She turned to her back to let her hair and the back end dry a little, as she gathered her thick tresses in both hands and lifting them up, and spreading them out on her back so they could dry faster.
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