Timestamp: Summer 79, 515 AV The day was different than any other. Each day differed from even those held within distant memory, and yet, this day, like all of those others, was also largely akin to every other day that Talya had spent living within the world of Mizahar. The sky was a pale blue, the same pale blue it had always been. There were clouds within it. Fluffy white things that created shapes if only you squinted and concentrated hard enough upon them. Maybe they'd make different shapes today than they had yesterday or the day before, but they were the same old types of clouds. The sun shone overhead, it was nearing noon. It was the same old sun it had always been- sending streamers of soft yellow light back down into Zeltiva, illuminating all of the buildings. But this Talya could not truly enjoy as of now, seeing as she had a largely full day of work ahead of her at the Quill's Rest. It was one of her more important days at work too, as today had been the first day she had been trusted enough to work behind the counter, (which she supposed was largely due to the fact that the other worker had fallen ill and couldn't come in more than anything else. But she wasn't about to tell that she had figured such out). In any case, Talya found herself dressed in her little black dress, with her loaned, white half-apron, (the one she got for work and had to return after each and every one of her shifts), tied over its skirt. Her feet were held safely in her suede boots, and the heel clicked softly against the wooden floors of the establishment whenever she walked across the floor. Behind the bar, she found, wasn't much different than being in front of it, except you could easily look out over the establishment at everything. You could see just about every nook and cranny, just as you could the matching tables and chairs, and the occasional bench too. All made of the same matching light colored wood as the walls, which she thought might have been oak or something, but she wasn't quite sure. The only real differences to being behind the bar area as opposed to in front of it- as far as she was concerned, were she could lean up against the mirror of the counter and rest a bit whenever things slowed down, if they didn't die completely, and the fact that everyone came up to her to order a drink or a refill, as opposed to her having to go out and take the drinks to them whenever they looked like they needed more, or indicated that they needed more with some sort of fancy hand gesture. As of right now, the Quill's Rest was teeming with people. Many of them were already seated at the tables around the room, if not against the counter of the bar itself, sipping their beloved kelp tea, (which Talya had never developed the taste for), or writing in their little journals, if not plain old scrolls of parchment. Some drew, some even painted with watercolors and the like, but such activity was far less prevalent. Talya didn't have much time to study any of these folks however, as she was too busy tending to the individuals seated directly around her, or the individuals who came up for a drink before getting themselves a place to sit and relax elsewhere within the establishment. One such individual approached her thusly. He looked to be somewhere in his fifties, with salt and pepper hair. He had hazel colored eyes, but as he approached the light, they seemed darker, if not a little grey, perhaps a faint green. He had a small, button like nose that had been flattened a bit, (maybe he had gotten into some sort of accident as a child), and a thin stretch of a line for lips. They were dark pink. He was shorter than her, maybe five feet six inches, and had a round belly that looked like it was filled with ale. Talya walked over to him. His eyes seemed expectant, and a little impatient. |