Ishara sighed and stared up at the facade that arched above her. The Labor Aide office had been one of the suggestions echoed by several of the families she'd aided in the aftermath of the storm. As work had run out, and food had become scarce, the little Benshiran could appreciate the wisdom of such a suggestion...But her trepidation and lack of confidence in any one skill had her backpeddling the first few times she'd made this trek.
Not this time.She didn't consider herself above charity, but she was reluctant to let what few friends she'd made thus far in Riverfall know of her situation. She had to prove she could do this herself...that was what striking out on your own was all about, after all, was it not? A frown wrinkled her brow, and she adjusted the strap of her satchel across one shoulder uneasily as she took her place in line. It was also highly probable that whatever job she'd be assigned wouldn't
exactly suit her tastes. The prospect of pay for hard work made this possibility less bitter, though, as Ishara considered the merits of a full stomach. Her fishing skills were atrocious. She'd hardly even looked twice at the lagoon since those horrid bladewings...
The Akalak man in front of her stepped aside, having received his assignement.
Here goes..."Hi!" Ishara flashed a nervous grin as she reached the counter, which nearly came level with her chin. A glance was spared after the departing Akalak, who towered over her at nearly half again her height. She'd heard rumors regarding the reproduction of Akalak, rumors involving the participation of female residents in Riverfall. Surely that wouldn't be the 'job' they offered her?
They have a different way of going about that here, surely, Ishara reassured herself uneasily. She swallowed back her apprehension, and cleared her throat. "I'm here for a job." The blank and expectant stare that met her over the counter spurred her on quickly..."Just like everyone else, that is. Ah...I can clean, cook a bit, ride horses, tell stories..." she began ticking these attributes off of her fingers, her confidence plummeting along with her volume, and Ishara felt some hesitation coming on...
A throat clearing stilled her words, and she glanced up at man as he slid a sheet of paper across the desk towards her. Beside it he placed a pen. A brief smile preceded his words..."Please, fill this out."
"Th-...ah, thank you." Ishara picked up the pen and pulled the leaflet of paper closer to her. She ran her eyes over it once, then bent to apply her answers...When it got down to what kind of jobs she preferred, she hesitated. Since her stay in Riverfall, many of the days filled with 'work' were centered around assisting families repairing their homes after the Djed storm. Her training with Serriff didn't exactly prepare her for an employed position, unless perhaps it was with him and his medicines. She could keep a place tidy. She'd worked with the horses her brothers trained and raised.
Ishara frowned and went back to writing...
Name: Ishara Dossari
Race: Human
Age: 20
Relevant Skills: Horseback Riding, Cleaning, Animal Husbandry
Preferred Employment: Kitchen Position, Cleaning Position, Assisting in a Laboratory, or Working with Animals.
Expected Stay In Riverfall: Several Seasons
Once completed, she slid the paper back across the desk and placed the pen neatly on top with a silent prayer. At this point, she was pretty determined that even if they offered her a position cleaning out the sewers, she would sleep with a full belly by the end of this week.