79th of Winter, 513 AV
Casually trailing her fingers across the side of a rotten house, a woman swiftly walks down a pathway leading toward the Seaside Markets.
The woman’s hair is hanging loosly in tight red curls against her back. Her eyes are a bright mix of green and brown, yet not defining the appearance of hazel. She wears a tight brown coat, covering her simple shirt and simple trousers. Her shoes are fit snuggly, warming her toes as she barrels through the thin sheet of snow.
Looking up to the sky, the lady remembers why she was out today. Today was an important day; a day that could determine her future and help herself in the long run.
Overall, the woman with fiery read hair was anxious, but determined, and motivation could propel someone a great deal if they were worthy.
It was an unusually warm day as the air held a strange sort of mist. It was as if it was sprinkling, but with a foggy style to it. Either way, it was surprising, Lenz still wearing her coat, yet debating on whether she needed to use it or not.
She grew up as a girl who was able to withstand many different environments. Sure, she had spent most of her life in Kenash, usually a warm region on the map, but she had spent some time in many different cities before then.
Today was a day that had much importance to Lenz, and she had made plans to be meted by an elderly woman with greying brown hair and eyes so light blue they seemed silver. She was the one who was employing Lenz to be a seamstress and she needed to make a good first impression if she were to get the job.
Lenz had been out a few days prior to today in search of any job listings, and when she found someone wanting to hire a tailor, her face lit up like it was a holiday and she was receiving a gift she had always wanted from someone she loved.
So here she was, making her way to the Seaside Market, her hands stuffed into her pockets and her coat buttoned so that no cold gusts of air snuck up or down her shirt. Sadly, she didn’t own a hat, but the gloves she did had, yet forgot to bring, would have to suit her just fine for now.
Perhaps, Lenz thought to herself as the marketplace came into view in front of her, I could sew my own hat whilst at work. A decent plan in deed, but all was still in question, hanging the air for the right answer.
Browsing over a few stands and stalls with various merchandise, Lenz tried to seek out the woman she was supposed to meet this morning. She was nowhere to be seen, which made Lenz worry.
Had the woman forgotten to show? Had her advanced age made her forget that they had a meeting or was this some sort of prank?
The woman’s eyes trailed over a few items describing a pair of spectacles, a jeweled ring and even a pair of armoured gloves. They all sat on the railing of a stall that stood to her right. The stall was all wrecked, with repairs done on all sides, one leg even hanging on by a nail. It was a surprise that it was still standing, and Lenz hoped that her employer had a better looking stand.
A loud voice rang out from the buzzing sound of merchants setting up their shops for the morning, and unlike any other time where Lenz would have simply ignored the call, this particular voice sounded as if it were directed toward her.
Whirling around to see who the voice belonged to, Lenz caught sight of an elderly woman, short, yet statured with greying brown hair and silver eyes.
Rushing over to greet the woman, Lenz stuck out her hand in terms to shake hers. The woman snorted instead and insisted that Lenz help her set up.
Everything that Lenz had thought would happen had been disregarded. The woman turned out to be nothing like Lenz had thought she would be. This was both good and bad, but she didn’t want to dwell on why that was.
The woman, whom name Lenz wasn’t able to recall, began to hoist a large box up and onto the table she had standing in front of her stand. Lenz urgently came to her aid and helped her with the load. Together, the two managed to stabilize it on the table.
“Thank you,” the woman said, finally sticking out her hand.
Letting a smile ease its way onto her lips, Lenz gracefully accepted the gesture and shook hands with the woman, stating her name and her reason for being where she was.
“The name’s Eida Movik, and I know why you’re here,” the woman said, straightening and letting her back crack several times. The sounds were nasty and made Lenz cringe at each pop.
“You’re here for that job, aren’t you?”
Lenz nodded her head and smiled again. It was smart to be friendly to your employer. The first impression was crucial and so far she assumed she was doing a good job.
“I am.”
Looking at her up and down, Eida squinted her eyes and stuck out her lip before shaking her head in astonishment.
“Well then, get to work!”
Lenz jumped at Eida’s sudden outburst. Was that it? Was there no need for anything else?
Confused, she asked, “That’s it?”
Turning around to glare at Lenz again, Eida responded with a hoarse voice, “If you don’t want the job, you don’t have to be here. All I need is someone who can make some clothes and repair some buttons and broken threads.”
“I’ll take the job, ma’am I was just-“ Lenz stuttered, but the woman had cut her off mid-sentence.
“I was just, what? Get to work already.”
So the redheaded woman’s initial response was rejected, but that didn’t set her mood to raw disappointment. She was still enthusiastic and as she began to open the box up to see what the contents were, the woman had disappeared around the back.
With her eyebrows raised, Lenz began to sift through the items in the box, pulling out ones that she needed right away and saving the ones she needed later inside.
So far, she had pulled out a thimble, which she had so hesitantly placed onto her index finger, a spool of thread, which she had set to the side for future use and tailor’s tape, for obvious reasons. A pair of sheers she also placed on the table for when she needed to cut the fabric.
Lenz tucked her wild and curly hair behind her ears and set out to work, looking out at the crowd already bustling in to get a good look at all the things that were selling at the various vendors. Soon enough, a young woman with light blond hair and sea blue eyes had stepped up to her stand.
“How may I help you?” Lenz asked politely, her eyes igniting in high spirits. Her first customer!
The woman thought for a moment as she took notice of the few articles of fabric that Eida had placed on the side that customers greeted. There weren’t many choices to choose from, but some of the more decent ones included a few yards of cotton in a few different shades of pink and blue, an off-white linen and fine wool in a strange brown, beige and dark green.
Placing her finger on her lip, the woman continued to browse at the fabrics, rubbing her fingers between the sheets of material to get a feel for it.
Abruptly, she pulled up a rosy pink cotton fabric and tossed it onto the table overdramatically, the hand that had been on her lips as she thought, now placed firmly against her hip as her chewed on the inside of her mouth in anticipation.
“I would like a dress made out of this material,” she said.
Lenz looked it over, and then she looked at the woman, and then at the material again before telling the woman that she could do it, but that she would need her measurements.
“Make it fast,” she said, so Lenz ushered over to the other side of the table, with her tailor’s tape in hand to begin the process.
First, she took the tape and measured how tall the woman was, from her breasts to a little below her upper thighs. She assumed she wanted it tight fitting and revealing, given the way her breasts seemed to pop out of the shirt she was currently wearing.
After Lenz had measured vertically, she measured horizontally, taking the tape and going around the woman’s waist line. It was here that Lenz remembered seeing a pencil and a few sheets of paper in the box. She swiftly went over to retrieve them and wrote down the numbers of her first two measurements.
Going back to the woman, Lenz finished up by calculating the circumference of the woman’s breasts and then again around the woman’s stomach, ending the process by going over everything once more to be sure that she was accurate.
After making sure everything was done properly, Lenz let the woman leave, making sure to say, “You’ll dress should be done in maybe two bells or more.”
Her first customer had placed quite an order, but Lenz would be able to do it. With experience and helpful memories, she would be able to create a dress that made even an unattractive person beautiful, and as harsh as that may have sounded, it made Lenz smile.
She was ready to start her first day on the job!
Casually trailing her fingers across the side of a rotten house, a woman swiftly walks down a pathway leading toward the Seaside Markets.
The woman’s hair is hanging loosly in tight red curls against her back. Her eyes are a bright mix of green and brown, yet not defining the appearance of hazel. She wears a tight brown coat, covering her simple shirt and simple trousers. Her shoes are fit snuggly, warming her toes as she barrels through the thin sheet of snow.
Looking up to the sky, the lady remembers why she was out today. Today was an important day; a day that could determine her future and help herself in the long run.
Overall, the woman with fiery read hair was anxious, but determined, and motivation could propel someone a great deal if they were worthy.
It was an unusually warm day as the air held a strange sort of mist. It was as if it was sprinkling, but with a foggy style to it. Either way, it was surprising, Lenz still wearing her coat, yet debating on whether she needed to use it or not.
She grew up as a girl who was able to withstand many different environments. Sure, she had spent most of her life in Kenash, usually a warm region on the map, but she had spent some time in many different cities before then.
Today was a day that had much importance to Lenz, and she had made plans to be meted by an elderly woman with greying brown hair and eyes so light blue they seemed silver. She was the one who was employing Lenz to be a seamstress and she needed to make a good first impression if she were to get the job.
Lenz had been out a few days prior to today in search of any job listings, and when she found someone wanting to hire a tailor, her face lit up like it was a holiday and she was receiving a gift she had always wanted from someone she loved.
So here she was, making her way to the Seaside Market, her hands stuffed into her pockets and her coat buttoned so that no cold gusts of air snuck up or down her shirt. Sadly, she didn’t own a hat, but the gloves she did had, yet forgot to bring, would have to suit her just fine for now.
Perhaps, Lenz thought to herself as the marketplace came into view in front of her, I could sew my own hat whilst at work. A decent plan in deed, but all was still in question, hanging the air for the right answer.
Browsing over a few stands and stalls with various merchandise, Lenz tried to seek out the woman she was supposed to meet this morning. She was nowhere to be seen, which made Lenz worry.
Had the woman forgotten to show? Had her advanced age made her forget that they had a meeting or was this some sort of prank?
The woman’s eyes trailed over a few items describing a pair of spectacles, a jeweled ring and even a pair of armoured gloves. They all sat on the railing of a stall that stood to her right. The stall was all wrecked, with repairs done on all sides, one leg even hanging on by a nail. It was a surprise that it was still standing, and Lenz hoped that her employer had a better looking stand.
A loud voice rang out from the buzzing sound of merchants setting up their shops for the morning, and unlike any other time where Lenz would have simply ignored the call, this particular voice sounded as if it were directed toward her.
Whirling around to see who the voice belonged to, Lenz caught sight of an elderly woman, short, yet statured with greying brown hair and silver eyes.
Rushing over to greet the woman, Lenz stuck out her hand in terms to shake hers. The woman snorted instead and insisted that Lenz help her set up.
Everything that Lenz had thought would happen had been disregarded. The woman turned out to be nothing like Lenz had thought she would be. This was both good and bad, but she didn’t want to dwell on why that was.
The woman, whom name Lenz wasn’t able to recall, began to hoist a large box up and onto the table she had standing in front of her stand. Lenz urgently came to her aid and helped her with the load. Together, the two managed to stabilize it on the table.
“Thank you,” the woman said, finally sticking out her hand.
Letting a smile ease its way onto her lips, Lenz gracefully accepted the gesture and shook hands with the woman, stating her name and her reason for being where she was.
“The name’s Eida Movik, and I know why you’re here,” the woman said, straightening and letting her back crack several times. The sounds were nasty and made Lenz cringe at each pop.
“You’re here for that job, aren’t you?”
Lenz nodded her head and smiled again. It was smart to be friendly to your employer. The first impression was crucial and so far she assumed she was doing a good job.
“I am.”
Looking at her up and down, Eida squinted her eyes and stuck out her lip before shaking her head in astonishment.
“Well then, get to work!”
Lenz jumped at Eida’s sudden outburst. Was that it? Was there no need for anything else?
Confused, she asked, “That’s it?”
Turning around to glare at Lenz again, Eida responded with a hoarse voice, “If you don’t want the job, you don’t have to be here. All I need is someone who can make some clothes and repair some buttons and broken threads.”
“I’ll take the job, ma’am I was just-“ Lenz stuttered, but the woman had cut her off mid-sentence.
“I was just, what? Get to work already.”
So the redheaded woman’s initial response was rejected, but that didn’t set her mood to raw disappointment. She was still enthusiastic and as she began to open the box up to see what the contents were, the woman had disappeared around the back.
With her eyebrows raised, Lenz began to sift through the items in the box, pulling out ones that she needed right away and saving the ones she needed later inside.
So far, she had pulled out a thimble, which she had so hesitantly placed onto her index finger, a spool of thread, which she had set to the side for future use and tailor’s tape, for obvious reasons. A pair of sheers she also placed on the table for when she needed to cut the fabric.
Lenz tucked her wild and curly hair behind her ears and set out to work, looking out at the crowd already bustling in to get a good look at all the things that were selling at the various vendors. Soon enough, a young woman with light blond hair and sea blue eyes had stepped up to her stand.
“How may I help you?” Lenz asked politely, her eyes igniting in high spirits. Her first customer!
The woman thought for a moment as she took notice of the few articles of fabric that Eida had placed on the side that customers greeted. There weren’t many choices to choose from, but some of the more decent ones included a few yards of cotton in a few different shades of pink and blue, an off-white linen and fine wool in a strange brown, beige and dark green.
Placing her finger on her lip, the woman continued to browse at the fabrics, rubbing her fingers between the sheets of material to get a feel for it.
Abruptly, she pulled up a rosy pink cotton fabric and tossed it onto the table overdramatically, the hand that had been on her lips as she thought, now placed firmly against her hip as her chewed on the inside of her mouth in anticipation.
“I would like a dress made out of this material,” she said.
Lenz looked it over, and then she looked at the woman, and then at the material again before telling the woman that she could do it, but that she would need her measurements.
“Make it fast,” she said, so Lenz ushered over to the other side of the table, with her tailor’s tape in hand to begin the process.
First, she took the tape and measured how tall the woman was, from her breasts to a little below her upper thighs. She assumed she wanted it tight fitting and revealing, given the way her breasts seemed to pop out of the shirt she was currently wearing.
After Lenz had measured vertically, she measured horizontally, taking the tape and going around the woman’s waist line. It was here that Lenz remembered seeing a pencil and a few sheets of paper in the box. She swiftly went over to retrieve them and wrote down the numbers of her first two measurements.
Going back to the woman, Lenz finished up by calculating the circumference of the woman’s breasts and then again around the woman’s stomach, ending the process by going over everything once more to be sure that she was accurate.
After making sure everything was done properly, Lenz let the woman leave, making sure to say, “You’ll dress should be done in maybe two bells or more.”
Her first customer had placed quite an order, but Lenz would be able to do it. With experience and helpful memories, she would be able to create a dress that made even an unattractive person beautiful, and as harsh as that may have sounded, it made Lenz smile.
She was ready to start her first day on the job!
