28th of Fall, 513
Tichi huddled in a corner of the courtyard, her uneaten lunch bought from a food stand sitting beside her, and wondered why she wasn’t happy.
She’d been so thrilled when she’d finally been freed from under her father’s control. Free to run around as she liked, free to earn her own money. But once the initial excitement faded, Tichi realized it wasn’t enough. True, she was no longer in danger of losing her mind from being trapped in a tiny apartment, or of being thrown in a dungeon to rot for stealing, but something was still missing.
Tichi pressed a hand to her chest, wondering at the ache she still felt in spite of her freedom, then went back to watching people moving through the courtyard. She unconsciously tilted her head a bit to catch a breeze - fresh air was always welcome, and her nose twitched a little at the various scents. Her eyes roamed over faces, though she had no idea what she was looking for.
Finally she sighed again and got up, completely forgetting her lunch. This wasn’t a day she was delivering for Hadyn, but that didn’t mean she could just sit around. She’d already done a few deliveries today for other clients, and she had a couple more before she called it a day. Maybe she'd go for a run after to work off some nervous energy.
Her last delivery of the day made her heartily wish she’d taken the day off. “This is NOT what I ordered,” the old man yelled, waving the package in her face. “This is wrong!”
Tichi cringed. “But – “
“What am I supposed to do with powdered sugar? I’m not a bakery!”
“I don’t – “
“I’M NOT PAYING FOR THIS!”
By this time Tichi was trembling from head to toe. “It’s not my – “
The cranky old man leaned forward, and Tichi cringed away, thinking he was about to hit her with the package. “It’s not my fault she sent the wrong stuff,” she wailed.