Timestamp: 2nd of Winter 512
Kyra was bundled up tightly to block out the cold, which was not as awful as she knew it would be in a week or so. The fickle warmth of fall still blew through the streets on occasion but the frost was creeping in. Her steps sped up as a cold breeze ruffled her hair and clothing. She had set out with a purpose but right now she was tempted to follow the light pull of her key home. Where here was warmth. And a dwindling food supply. She sighed, she needed to get a job so she could have the funds she needed to live, and maybe open her own shop one day as well. She looked over the shops, which one could use a philterer, or a herbalist? She sighed as she rested against a wall. She was going to check the Bizarre if she ran into it, to see one of the stall herbalists and see if they needed an assistant.
She pulled her body off the wall and began to look again, a few of the famous Ionu's stars were flitting around already, a multitude of colors flashed as she walked. Some of them already purposed into objects made to decorate. Others were the live ones. Hanging from trees and houses. Waiting for someone to try to catch them so they could run away. She wasn't looking for a star today though, maybe tomorrow. Right now she needed a job.
So she walked for what must have been a bell and a half or so. She was getting tired and was about to go home when she saw it. A shop she hadn't really even considered because she knew it wouldn't come to her if she looked for it specifically and also because of the owners infamy. But then again, she didn't have anything to lose by going in there. Only something to gain.
So she plucked up her courage, she was a fearsome Dhani woman. This man was a human, who had two negative Gnosis. He should not scare her. Though she'd never admit it she felt it, deep in her, the slightest twinge of fear. Of rejection, as any living being is liable to feel. But she was a good Philterer, no longer a novice and a decent herbalist. And she doubted many would even think of working with the man, so he'd have to consider the idea.
So with these thought in her head she strode to the door of the Arrhizal Apothecary and opened the door. No happy chime accompanied her entering, only the sight of potion bottles and cans strewn around in a mess. Something that Kyra did not appreciate as she kept her own workplace organized and clean, to avoid confusion when she needed something. If she began working here she'd have to clean this place up. How could he work here?
And the man of question was right in the middle of the shop, scowling at the woman who had entered his shop and interrupted his train of thought. He was pale, deathly so, and with a longer than normal head. Kyra, a being who appreciated beauty, was repulsed by his appearance.
As he looked upon the odd woman who had walked into his shop, taller with tan skin and piercing green eyes framed by long black and green hair, with a figure hidden by layers of clothes unnecessary for most this early in the winter season. He wondered why she was here. Interrupting him. Was she an Avatar of Ionu, here to curse him yet again? She didn't appear sick. His hand gripped a bottle next to him, anger rushing through him at such a rude protrusion into hi shop. She still hadn't spoken.
"What do you want?"He demanded.
Kyra was bundled up tightly to block out the cold, which was not as awful as she knew it would be in a week or so. The fickle warmth of fall still blew through the streets on occasion but the frost was creeping in. Her steps sped up as a cold breeze ruffled her hair and clothing. She had set out with a purpose but right now she was tempted to follow the light pull of her key home. Where here was warmth. And a dwindling food supply. She sighed, she needed to get a job so she could have the funds she needed to live, and maybe open her own shop one day as well. She looked over the shops, which one could use a philterer, or a herbalist? She sighed as she rested against a wall. She was going to check the Bizarre if she ran into it, to see one of the stall herbalists and see if they needed an assistant.
She pulled her body off the wall and began to look again, a few of the famous Ionu's stars were flitting around already, a multitude of colors flashed as she walked. Some of them already purposed into objects made to decorate. Others were the live ones. Hanging from trees and houses. Waiting for someone to try to catch them so they could run away. She wasn't looking for a star today though, maybe tomorrow. Right now she needed a job.
So she walked for what must have been a bell and a half or so. She was getting tired and was about to go home when she saw it. A shop she hadn't really even considered because she knew it wouldn't come to her if she looked for it specifically and also because of the owners infamy. But then again, she didn't have anything to lose by going in there. Only something to gain.
So she plucked up her courage, she was a fearsome Dhani woman. This man was a human, who had two negative Gnosis. He should not scare her. Though she'd never admit it she felt it, deep in her, the slightest twinge of fear. Of rejection, as any living being is liable to feel. But she was a good Philterer, no longer a novice and a decent herbalist. And she doubted many would even think of working with the man, so he'd have to consider the idea.
So with these thought in her head she strode to the door of the Arrhizal Apothecary and opened the door. No happy chime accompanied her entering, only the sight of potion bottles and cans strewn around in a mess. Something that Kyra did not appreciate as she kept her own workplace organized and clean, to avoid confusion when she needed something. If she began working here she'd have to clean this place up. How could he work here?
And the man of question was right in the middle of the shop, scowling at the woman who had entered his shop and interrupted his train of thought. He was pale, deathly so, and with a longer than normal head. Kyra, a being who appreciated beauty, was repulsed by his appearance.
As he looked upon the odd woman who had walked into his shop, taller with tan skin and piercing green eyes framed by long black and green hair, with a figure hidden by layers of clothes unnecessary for most this early in the winter season. He wondered why she was here. Interrupting him. Was she an Avatar of Ionu, here to curse him yet again? She didn't appear sick. His hand gripped a bottle next to him, anger rushing through him at such a rude protrusion into hi shop. She still hadn't spoken.
"What do you want?"He demanded.