the 50th Spring 516
After Valterrian
Continued from this thread.
The walk down to the docks was pleasant, and Karin almost wished for sandals on her feet instead of boots, so as to enjoy the warmth of the sun and the cool of the breeze. But, perhaps it was better this way, because boots would be far better suited to work at the dock. She grinned to herself, steadfastly ignoring any others out and about. Her only goal was to go and get herself the job she wanted.
Aah, boatmaking! It was something she'd longed to do for what seemed like a long time, now. Her job with Cadog at the Workshop had been enjoyable, but there had been far less building of boats than she would have expected. Maybe the Wavemaster's Shipwright would be different.
The young woman's step increased as she smelt the first fragrance of the sea- seaweed, fish, salt, ozone. That heady scent which felt new even with every breath. The bustle and hubbub of industry was next, nothing at all like Alvadas' fairly relaxed Patchwork Port.
She could see the Shipwright up ahead, and her walk slowed as she considered what she might say. From the last time she'd applied for a job, she knew it wasn't as difficult as she might make it out to be, so she gathered her thoughts and pushed ahead.
The small office she'd scouted out the day previously looked occupied, and so Karin pushed the door, hoping and expecting to find the owner, the man named... Pilacom? Piracom? Picalum. There were two Akalak inside, one tall and muscled and the other, well- tall and muscled. One's hair was streaked through with grey though, and the other's was dark. They both turned around, and looked at the little human girl that stood at the entrance.
Karin felt small, but she stood and looked up, speaking clearly at both of the Akalak. "Um... great way to start a new job, huh, with an 'um', I'm looking for a job, please. Would you perhaps have any vacancies for an apprentice shipwright?"
The grey-haired man smiled and patted the other on the back, "Aah, this isn't my business. I'll be off now. Catch you later, Picalum." So that was Picalum, good. He left the office, and the aforementioned Akalak sat down, leaning back on his chair and folding his arms across the desk. "What're your skills, lass?"
She replied, "I used to work in Alvadas at a wood workshop. We had a diverse range of sales, but I helped do woodworking there, and sometimes helped boat repairs. There wasn't as much boatbuilding there as there might be here, but I know my way around a dry dock, and I know the basics of woodworking."
Feeling confident, the young woman brushed her hair off her shoulder. She was determined, even. Picalum regarded her for a few ticks, and then nodded and grinned widely, with white teeth looking whiter in a blue face. "Alright! We'll start you off, and if you have any troubles, or if you can't cut it, then we'll sort something out. We're working on a rowing boat at the moment, so go help that fellow you saw before at the dry dock. If you need anything, I will be there later on, or you can visit this office. Alright!"
She was in! She nodded her thanks, and spoke it too, before leaving the office and turning to duck behind, looking for the dry dock and the only semi-familiar face in the place.
581 words
-Beautiful boxcode credits go to Aislyn Leavold!
After Valterrian
Continued from this thread.
The walk down to the docks was pleasant, and Karin almost wished for sandals on her feet instead of boots, so as to enjoy the warmth of the sun and the cool of the breeze. But, perhaps it was better this way, because boots would be far better suited to work at the dock. She grinned to herself, steadfastly ignoring any others out and about. Her only goal was to go and get herself the job she wanted.
Aah, boatmaking! It was something she'd longed to do for what seemed like a long time, now. Her job with Cadog at the Workshop had been enjoyable, but there had been far less building of boats than she would have expected. Maybe the Wavemaster's Shipwright would be different.
The young woman's step increased as she smelt the first fragrance of the sea- seaweed, fish, salt, ozone. That heady scent which felt new even with every breath. The bustle and hubbub of industry was next, nothing at all like Alvadas' fairly relaxed Patchwork Port.
She could see the Shipwright up ahead, and her walk slowed as she considered what she might say. From the last time she'd applied for a job, she knew it wasn't as difficult as she might make it out to be, so she gathered her thoughts and pushed ahead.
The small office she'd scouted out the day previously looked occupied, and so Karin pushed the door, hoping and expecting to find the owner, the man named... Pilacom? Piracom? Picalum. There were two Akalak inside, one tall and muscled and the other, well- tall and muscled. One's hair was streaked through with grey though, and the other's was dark. They both turned around, and looked at the little human girl that stood at the entrance.
Karin felt small, but she stood and looked up, speaking clearly at both of the Akalak. "Um... great way to start a new job, huh, with an 'um', I'm looking for a job, please. Would you perhaps have any vacancies for an apprentice shipwright?"
The grey-haired man smiled and patted the other on the back, "Aah, this isn't my business. I'll be off now. Catch you later, Picalum." So that was Picalum, good. He left the office, and the aforementioned Akalak sat down, leaning back on his chair and folding his arms across the desk. "What're your skills, lass?"
She replied, "I used to work in Alvadas at a wood workshop. We had a diverse range of sales, but I helped do woodworking there, and sometimes helped boat repairs. There wasn't as much boatbuilding there as there might be here, but I know my way around a dry dock, and I know the basics of woodworking."
Feeling confident, the young woman brushed her hair off her shoulder. She was determined, even. Picalum regarded her for a few ticks, and then nodded and grinned widely, with white teeth looking whiter in a blue face. "Alright! We'll start you off, and if you have any troubles, or if you can't cut it, then we'll sort something out. We're working on a rowing boat at the moment, so go help that fellow you saw before at the dry dock. If you need anything, I will be there later on, or you can visit this office. Alright!"
She was in! She nodded her thanks, and spoke it too, before leaving the office and turning to duck behind, looking for the dry dock and the only semi-familiar face in the place.
581 words
-Beautiful boxcode credits go to Aislyn Leavold!
Karin Ironyach
