by Siola on October 8th, 2011, 6:35 pm
18th day of fall, AV 511
Just a few more steps…
Breaking into a halt from her long walk, Siola tilted her head up and gazed wistfully up at the building in front of her. A sharp gust of wind hurled around her as she stood still catching her hair and snapping it around her face, but she was too worried to care. Her stomach turned knots inside her, wishing that she didn’t have to do this. Have to go in and ask. But she had to. Her small hands clenched into fists in determination. There was no denying it now. She was nearly out of money, which meant no lodging or food. No one paid a flutist on the streets whilst winter rolled in. They had better things to do. Preparing for the worst. Get the harvest in. Get wood. The list could cover many a piece of parchment.
Biting down her irrational fears, she strolled in, muttering what she would say over and over again to herself, hoping that all would be well in the end. If not.. well, that was something not for present thought. The room was quiet, which surprised her, being the welcoming centre for the city, before she noted it was early morning, and not many souls wished to venture out just after the rise of the sun. Siola approached a desk, pasting on a smile. ‘Hello.’ She said nervously, un used to talking to strangers. ‘I was wondering if I could apply for a job, my names Siola and I come from Zeltiva and have lived in this region for around 6 monthes..’ Her words spilled out of her mouth before she could stop them. She paused and took a breath before starting again. ‘I am a bard, more specifically a flutist, although I have a past in sea faring. My family used to run a hotel, so I have a history in hospitality also.’ She finished once again in a rush. Hoping that what she had told the person would be enough.