2nd of Winter, 518AV
Martini sat straight up at her desk as her mind jolted to life, capturing anything it could in the hopes of stabilization. Oh, right… She’d been up most of the night before drawing and had once again fallen asleep at her desk instead of in her bed. Looking around the room, she was greeted with emptiness. Yawning, she stretched her arms above her head sluggishly before pushing back her chair to stand. She began her daily routine as she went to find her brush. Running it through her locks to flatten and tame them before she brushed her teeth and fixed herself for the day.
She’d always roam around absently in her apartment until something came to mind, what with work having slowed. She would need a bigger clientele if she hoped to support herself, which meant branching out and talking to new people. Preferably potential clients. She didn’t socialize much, but when she did she tried to find an opportunity to mention her work, even if just to speak of her love of art.
Done with her routine, she began to clean up her desk before deciding to take a walk. She was positive she hadn’t seen all Lhavit had to offer so roaming a bit couldn’t hurt. Decided, she grabbed her back pack, putting her sketchbooks and toolkit inside it along with a vial of ink and a quill. She’d leave her dagger in the chest today, hopefully she wouldn’t need it. She slung a strap over her shoulder, adjusting it so the weight wasn’t singularly on one side. With a bit of coin in her pocket she opened the door to her apartment, closing and locking it behind her.
She looked around, deciding to stroll around the apartments for a bit before heading further out. Oddly enough there was someone going in and out of the rooms. Oh, wasn’t that the lady who cleaned the rooms sometimes? Shay or something? Martini took it upon herself to wave, to which the woman nodded and continued on her route. She seemed nice enough, but sometimes Martini grew curious about her ways.
Just as she turned, a door opened in front of her and walked into it. She had done this before - walking into the things while not paying attention. She was quick to stop, even if it was little late. She hit the door softly, nothing but a light throb on her forehead as she grunted on contact. She rubbed her head as she spoke, an apology lacing her words. “I need to start paying attention… Sorry about that.”
She’d always roam around absently in her apartment until something came to mind, what with work having slowed. She would need a bigger clientele if she hoped to support herself, which meant branching out and talking to new people. Preferably potential clients. She didn’t socialize much, but when she did she tried to find an opportunity to mention her work, even if just to speak of her love of art.
Done with her routine, she began to clean up her desk before deciding to take a walk. She was positive she hadn’t seen all Lhavit had to offer so roaming a bit couldn’t hurt. Decided, she grabbed her back pack, putting her sketchbooks and toolkit inside it along with a vial of ink and a quill. She’d leave her dagger in the chest today, hopefully she wouldn’t need it. She slung a strap over her shoulder, adjusting it so the weight wasn’t singularly on one side. With a bit of coin in her pocket she opened the door to her apartment, closing and locking it behind her.
She looked around, deciding to stroll around the apartments for a bit before heading further out. Oddly enough there was someone going in and out of the rooms. Oh, wasn’t that the lady who cleaned the rooms sometimes? Shay or something? Martini took it upon herself to wave, to which the woman nodded and continued on her route. She seemed nice enough, but sometimes Martini grew curious about her ways.
Just as she turned, a door opened in front of her and walked into it. She had done this before - walking into the things while not paying attention. She was quick to stop, even if it was little late. She hit the door softly, nothing but a light throb on her forehead as she grunted on contact. She rubbed her head as she spoke, an apology lacing her words. “I need to start paying attention… Sorry about that.”