20th Day of Summer, 513 AV
It was early morning. The golden orb in the sky had only just crested over the horizon, its rays streaking the sky shades of pink and orange and turning the surface of the ocean into an array of shimmering lights. From where Ceira was sitting on the pier, she could see the flocks of seagulls start to weave their way through the ocean thermals, making their acrobatics stunts and twirls look almost effortless. Although, their gracefulness was disrupted by their harsh cawing, piercing through the hushed city like an alarm as they called for a new day. Damn showoffs... She glared at a bird who dove a little too close for her liking, watching as it scooped up a scrap of rubbish in its beak and flew off.
Ceira was in a grumpy mood today, having woken up earlier than usual and missing out on her much needed sleep. She had entered the town sometime before any people had started to wakeup, making her way to the docks to where she was currently swirling her bare feet in the water, dipping them over the edge of the boardwalk. Letting out a yawn, Ceira decided she would go check if the place she had woken up so early for was open - the General Store. She had been searching for something to pass the time now or to earn a little money on the side and figured she could continue her exploration of Zeltiva whilst running some odd jobs while she was at it. She though that the place most likely have something she could do was there, seeing as it was an important part of city’s shopping district.
Shooting another dark look to a seagull, Ceira stood and dusted her pants off, strolling towards the mainland whilst listening to the soft lap of the water against the wooden pylons underneath. Some other early risers now straggled out of their homes, either walking to work or to begin setting up the stalls for the markets. A group of men looked like they had just left the bar and were only just now feeling the dreary after affects of whatever party-filled night they shared in the early hours of the morning. They stumbled about, kicking up dust - much to the displeasure of a couple of women nearby - and she watched them round a corner, disappearing from sight.
Passing a pair of elderly men who were lifting a panel of boards over the top of their stall, Ceira ducked into a lane that she had been told was West Street - one of the busiest streets in Zeltiva. If she had any hope of finding an odd job or a small task to do, it would be there. She located the General Store easily, it wasn’t hard to miss huge double-storey building, nor the wooden sign rocking slightly as the breeze of salty air wafted past it. A large window adorned with small trinkets allowed a glimpse into the interior of the building, which was lined with wooden shelves.
As Ceira entered, the door let out nothing more than a faint squeak, but apparently it was enough to alert the owner of the store of a customer. A man with greying hair and glasses, bordering on a portly physique approached her. She had barely been able to take in the different wares that were stocked neatly in rows across the across the store, before she was addressed by the man in a cheerful and pleasant attitude. How can someone be so happy? Its too early to be so merry in the morning. Forcing a small smile on her face, she faced the man, trying to be as nice as possible. This could be a future employer.
“Mornin’ miss. How can I help yer today?”
Ceira frowned as she wondered how to tell the man she wasn’t looking to purchase anything today, but rather, wanted to try and find a job.Just spit it out already! Taking a deep breath, she tried to explain to the man. “Uh, hello Sir, um... Just wondering if you had anything you’d need help... with?” Seeing the man start to frown, she tried to rephrase what she said. “Well, more like if you’d have a job... for me? I’m looking for some sort of employment and... I thought that you may have some...?” The man just stared at her though, almost as if scrutinizing her every move. You’ve stuffed up. Petching stupid--!
Letting out a sigh of despair, Ceira shuffled back a couple of steps, preparing to leave. “Erm, sorry to have wasted your time. I’ll take my leave now." The man still hadn’t said anything, so she took it was a sign that it was time to go. She had her hand on the door and had already pushed it partly open when she was stopped by the owner.
“Wait.”
Ceira turned around to look at the old man, confusion written across her face. “My assistant seems to be late today, maybe yer could do a quick job in his stead.” She perked up at these words, hope glinting in the depths of her eyes, Yes! Maybe I didn’t stuff up... “Of course! Anything you need Sir!” The enthusiasm was evident in her tone, but she couldn’t help it, finally she may have something to do. “Well, first off, me name’s Mr. Clarke. Or Halabin, whichever yer prefer. Second, yer know where Priskil’s Spire is?”
No. Ceira had no clue where this ‘Priskil’s Spire’ was, but at fear of the man changing his mind, her traitorous head just nodded at his words.
“Good. I need a message sent there, my assistant was meant to do it this mornin’ but, as I said, he ain’t here.” Walking behind the counter, the man ducked out of sight and Ceira heard the opening of a drawer and the shuffling of papers. Only a few moments had passed before he was back, a small letter in his hand. “Give that to the man there, Farren Loftus is his name. He’ll know what to do with it.” Still nodding numbly, she took it all in whilst ignoring everything else. Right. Get the letter to Priskil’s Spire. Easy.
How hard could it be?
It was early morning. The golden orb in the sky had only just crested over the horizon, its rays streaking the sky shades of pink and orange and turning the surface of the ocean into an array of shimmering lights. From where Ceira was sitting on the pier, she could see the flocks of seagulls start to weave their way through the ocean thermals, making their acrobatics stunts and twirls look almost effortless. Although, their gracefulness was disrupted by their harsh cawing, piercing through the hushed city like an alarm as they called for a new day. Damn showoffs... She glared at a bird who dove a little too close for her liking, watching as it scooped up a scrap of rubbish in its beak and flew off.
Ceira was in a grumpy mood today, having woken up earlier than usual and missing out on her much needed sleep. She had entered the town sometime before any people had started to wakeup, making her way to the docks to where she was currently swirling her bare feet in the water, dipping them over the edge of the boardwalk. Letting out a yawn, Ceira decided she would go check if the place she had woken up so early for was open - the General Store. She had been searching for something to pass the time now or to earn a little money on the side and figured she could continue her exploration of Zeltiva whilst running some odd jobs while she was at it. She though that the place most likely have something she could do was there, seeing as it was an important part of city’s shopping district.
Shooting another dark look to a seagull, Ceira stood and dusted her pants off, strolling towards the mainland whilst listening to the soft lap of the water against the wooden pylons underneath. Some other early risers now straggled out of their homes, either walking to work or to begin setting up the stalls for the markets. A group of men looked like they had just left the bar and were only just now feeling the dreary after affects of whatever party-filled night they shared in the early hours of the morning. They stumbled about, kicking up dust - much to the displeasure of a couple of women nearby - and she watched them round a corner, disappearing from sight.
Passing a pair of elderly men who were lifting a panel of boards over the top of their stall, Ceira ducked into a lane that she had been told was West Street - one of the busiest streets in Zeltiva. If she had any hope of finding an odd job or a small task to do, it would be there. She located the General Store easily, it wasn’t hard to miss huge double-storey building, nor the wooden sign rocking slightly as the breeze of salty air wafted past it. A large window adorned with small trinkets allowed a glimpse into the interior of the building, which was lined with wooden shelves.
As Ceira entered, the door let out nothing more than a faint squeak, but apparently it was enough to alert the owner of the store of a customer. A man with greying hair and glasses, bordering on a portly physique approached her. She had barely been able to take in the different wares that were stocked neatly in rows across the across the store, before she was addressed by the man in a cheerful and pleasant attitude. How can someone be so happy? Its too early to be so merry in the morning. Forcing a small smile on her face, she faced the man, trying to be as nice as possible. This could be a future employer.
“Mornin’ miss. How can I help yer today?”
Ceira frowned as she wondered how to tell the man she wasn’t looking to purchase anything today, but rather, wanted to try and find a job.Just spit it out already! Taking a deep breath, she tried to explain to the man. “Uh, hello Sir, um... Just wondering if you had anything you’d need help... with?” Seeing the man start to frown, she tried to rephrase what she said. “Well, more like if you’d have a job... for me? I’m looking for some sort of employment and... I thought that you may have some...?” The man just stared at her though, almost as if scrutinizing her every move. You’ve stuffed up. Petching stupid--!
Letting out a sigh of despair, Ceira shuffled back a couple of steps, preparing to leave. “Erm, sorry to have wasted your time. I’ll take my leave now." The man still hadn’t said anything, so she took it was a sign that it was time to go. She had her hand on the door and had already pushed it partly open when she was stopped by the owner.
“Wait.”
Ceira turned around to look at the old man, confusion written across her face. “My assistant seems to be late today, maybe yer could do a quick job in his stead.” She perked up at these words, hope glinting in the depths of her eyes, Yes! Maybe I didn’t stuff up... “Of course! Anything you need Sir!” The enthusiasm was evident in her tone, but she couldn’t help it, finally she may have something to do. “Well, first off, me name’s Mr. Clarke. Or Halabin, whichever yer prefer. Second, yer know where Priskil’s Spire is?”
No. Ceira had no clue where this ‘Priskil’s Spire’ was, but at fear of the man changing his mind, her traitorous head just nodded at his words.
“Good. I need a message sent there, my assistant was meant to do it this mornin’ but, as I said, he ain’t here.” Walking behind the counter, the man ducked out of sight and Ceira heard the opening of a drawer and the shuffling of papers. Only a few moments had passed before he was back, a small letter in his hand. “Give that to the man there, Farren Loftus is his name. He’ll know what to do with it.” Still nodding numbly, she took it all in whilst ignoring everything else. Right. Get the letter to Priskil’s Spire. Easy.
How hard could it be?
