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Timestamp: 88th of Fall, 514AV
Rosela was slow to get moving that morning, knowing she’d already planned to work from home that day. She could then spare herself the trouble and misery of walking across town and make use of her in-home office space. The small, circular room across from her bedroom was cozy and, after plugging the door to the courtyard with heavy wool, relatively warm. In the spring, she’d enjoyed working with the door open, the frogs in her pool-turned-pond providing a low chorus to break the silence.
There wasn’t much in the room so there weren’t many surfaces to get dusty, making it one of the easier rooms in the house to bring back to a habitable level of cleanliness. There was simply a desk, chair, and small shelf with a couple bolts of fabric and some supplies she’d brought home to work with and never returned to the shop.
”Good morning,” she greeted the sparse shadows of the room. Like the shadows of the rest of the house, they were often quiet and didn’t typically speak to her unless spoken to first.
”It is morning.”
“I think we’re going to have a good day.” The shadows unsurprisingly did not respond to this. Unless she herself was emotional about something, they didn't seem to have many opinions, or if they did, they didn't share.
Rosela stretched hugely as she stared out the window, the child in her belly taking a turn to push out as well. In the moment of silence, she sent brief prayers to Izurdin and Xyna for her to have a productive day and though the daytime and her shop were not Akajia’s usual realms of influence, a prayer was sent to her simply out of respect.
She wanted to try something new with her design work today that would hopefully help her work a little faster. While she didn’t feel her design work was slow by any means, if she expected to be able to upkeep her clothing line as well as add her own cosmetics by Spring, her time would become a precious currency between her various projects.
If time was to become precious, then she obviously needed a way to track it. She’d learned the trick of counting time when she’d started meditating, afraid she’d slip into her own mind and get lost without something to bring her back. At the time, she’d stuck a spoon in her candle, but here, she wanted to keep track of smaller amounts of time. Guessing how much time the candle burned in a half bell, she stuck a pin into the side of the candle a fraction of an inch from the top. At the candle’s base was a cheap tin bowl, where the pin would hopefully drop and make enough noise to attract her attention.
She intended to start with men’s fashion that day, since they were less flamboyant and therefore easier to mentally get into. In half a bell, she hoped to finish two, no…three designs. Rubbing her hands together in excitement, she felt some inertia to get started. What should she do first? A quick glance at the candle reminded her that time was creeping forward even now and she threw herself forward at the first idea that came to her.
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Timestamp: 88th of Fall, 514AV
Rosela was slow to get moving that morning, knowing she’d already planned to work from home that day. She could then spare herself the trouble and misery of walking across town and make use of her in-home office space. The small, circular room across from her bedroom was cozy and, after plugging the door to the courtyard with heavy wool, relatively warm. In the spring, she’d enjoyed working with the door open, the frogs in her pool-turned-pond providing a low chorus to break the silence.
There wasn’t much in the room so there weren’t many surfaces to get dusty, making it one of the easier rooms in the house to bring back to a habitable level of cleanliness. There was simply a desk, chair, and small shelf with a couple bolts of fabric and some supplies she’d brought home to work with and never returned to the shop.
”Good morning,” she greeted the sparse shadows of the room. Like the shadows of the rest of the house, they were often quiet and didn’t typically speak to her unless spoken to first.
”It is morning.”
“I think we’re going to have a good day.” The shadows unsurprisingly did not respond to this. Unless she herself was emotional about something, they didn't seem to have many opinions, or if they did, they didn't share.
Rosela stretched hugely as she stared out the window, the child in her belly taking a turn to push out as well. In the moment of silence, she sent brief prayers to Izurdin and Xyna for her to have a productive day and though the daytime and her shop were not Akajia’s usual realms of influence, a prayer was sent to her simply out of respect.
She wanted to try something new with her design work today that would hopefully help her work a little faster. While she didn’t feel her design work was slow by any means, if she expected to be able to upkeep her clothing line as well as add her own cosmetics by Spring, her time would become a precious currency between her various projects.
If time was to become precious, then she obviously needed a way to track it. She’d learned the trick of counting time when she’d started meditating, afraid she’d slip into her own mind and get lost without something to bring her back. At the time, she’d stuck a spoon in her candle, but here, she wanted to keep track of smaller amounts of time. Guessing how much time the candle burned in a half bell, she stuck a pin into the side of the candle a fraction of an inch from the top. At the candle’s base was a cheap tin bowl, where the pin would hopefully drop and make enough noise to attract her attention.
She intended to start with men’s fashion that day, since they were less flamboyant and therefore easier to mentally get into. In half a bell, she hoped to finish two, no…three designs. Rubbing her hands together in excitement, she felt some inertia to get started. What should she do first? A quick glance at the candle reminded her that time was creeping forward even now and she threw herself forward at the first idea that came to her.
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