Post by Branna Kerry on May 13, 2010 17:09:58 GMT
The bristles of the brush scraped quietly over the stone floor of the shop, nudging bits of dust and dirt into a neat pile. It was relaxing work, sweeping. No thought involved, no carefully controlled movements, just a rough tidying up of what was barely a mess to begin with. It was a welcome reprieve from the everyday stress of Branna's work. Unfortunately, her shop was too small to make it last long, and before she would have liked she was sweeping the small pile of dirt out the door into the street.
Branna paused outside the door to her shop and leaned an arm on the broom. She took a deep breath of the morning air, savoring the humid air that was beginning to smell of spring. So different from the dry, harsh air back home. Although she'd only been in the city a few days, she was fast coming to prefer the climate of Camelot, not to mention it's people. Although she had yet to encounter any of the nobility - a stroke of luck, in her opinion - her neighbors had made her feel quite welcome, even helping her move and set up the forge and other heavy equipment she'd brought with her on the wagon. While she refused to let herself even hope just yet, she felt there was a possibility this place could become home.
Shaking off the sense of reverie, Branna turned on her heel and strode back inside. There was work to be done. She'd received a message the night before requesting a meeting to discuss a commission, and she wanted the shop to look its best before her prospective client arrived. This would be her first real project, and she knew she needed it to be all but perfect to secure her place in the city. The note had simply been signed "Avaris," so she had no hint as to who would be walking through her door shortly. Although she generally disliked working for nobility, part of her hoped it would be someone of note, especially if it would gain her the notice of the other wealthy citizens of Camelot.
Branna paused outside the door to her shop and leaned an arm on the broom. She took a deep breath of the morning air, savoring the humid air that was beginning to smell of spring. So different from the dry, harsh air back home. Although she'd only been in the city a few days, she was fast coming to prefer the climate of Camelot, not to mention it's people. Although she had yet to encounter any of the nobility - a stroke of luck, in her opinion - her neighbors had made her feel quite welcome, even helping her move and set up the forge and other heavy equipment she'd brought with her on the wagon. While she refused to let herself even hope just yet, she felt there was a possibility this place could become home.
Shaking off the sense of reverie, Branna turned on her heel and strode back inside. There was work to be done. She'd received a message the night before requesting a meeting to discuss a commission, and she wanted the shop to look its best before her prospective client arrived. This would be her first real project, and she knew she needed it to be all but perfect to secure her place in the city. The note had simply been signed "Avaris," so she had no hint as to who would be walking through her door shortly. Although she generally disliked working for nobility, part of her hoped it would be someone of note, especially if it would gain her the notice of the other wealthy citizens of Camelot.
