Spinning a Yarn and Sewing (Closed)
Leaving the guild after receiving her reward for her tax collection report, she bumped into a female half-elf with a large bust - resulting in them both falling onto the floor.
"Ah!" "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The scream coming from the woman drew the attention of Hejlikka who was reprimanding a male receptionist for not giving the reward when the objectives had been met. Looking at the source, her eyes cooled to ice daggers as she pushed her glasses up and stormed over.
"I-mel-da Car-son! Just what do you think you are doing screaming at the top of your lungs in the entrance to the guild?!"
The half-elf immediately stopped screaming and put on a hurt expression, becoming teary-eyed and pouting coquettishly while responding, "It's not, like, my fault, though. Like, she hit me, like really hard! I'm gonna, like, end up with a bruise on my face!"
"..." Liana was a little dumbfounded about what was going on and could only wryly smile as she got up from the floor.
Hejlikka observed who Imelda's 'assailant' was, resulting in her aura turning frigidly cold as she looked back at her co-worker, "Hit you, you say? Bruise on your face, you say? How old are you? Did you suddenly forget where you were and who you were talking to?" The female elf moved over and cast some healing magic on Imelda's face, removing any chance of a bruise forming. "You're late for work, so I'll be deducting your pay. Now get to your desk!"
"Hmph!" Getting up from the floor, Imelda glared at Liana and Hejlikka before heading to the receptionist desks - muttering under her breath: "
Frigid b*tch!"
Ignoring the half-elf for the moment, Hejlikka turned to Liana with a concerned expression, "Are you okay? You didn't get injured anywhere, did you?"
Liana smiled gently, "I'm fine, thank you." She glanced at the half-elf, "So she's that Imelda Carson who Freja Haljissen had problems with?"
The female elf looked surprised, before showing a wry smile, "Yes...Imelda is...certainly a handful." She sighed, "I'm surprised you remembered about that, though. Although, it's not the first time she's been so...petty." She looked at the clock on the wall, "I need to get back to work, see you later!"
"Okay, bye!"
The two parted ways; one went further inside, the other outside.
Knowing that she couldn't keep borrowing Hejlikka's dress to wear, Liana headed for the night market to purchase some materials to fix her tattered rags of a dress.
***
Reaching the market, the new-born vampire walked around the stalls - eventually coming across one that was run by what seemed to be a rag merchant. Going up to it, she browsed through the available choices and noticed some needles and spools of thread - all various colours, including black. Picking a needle and some spools of black thread, she went to the stall owner and asked, "How much for these?"
Nyra - the stall owner - looked at the items and said, "5G for the needle, 20G per spool."
Taking the money out of her pocket, she counted out the required money and paid for the items while smiling gently, "Here you go!"
"Ah. Much obliged." Nyra took the money and then resumed her sewing of some rags.
"Thank you!" Liana smiled brightly, then left with her new purchases for the house.
***
Entering her bedroom, Liana immediately picked up her tattered dress and immediately began working on a part - desperate to fix her tragic outfit as quickly as possible. In the process, she accidentally pricked her finger a few times causing it to bleed - however, it healed within a minute so it didn't hinder her mammoth task too much.
As dawn approached, Liana felt her hands grow heavy and knew it was time to stop for now. Putting the partly sewn dress on the edge of the bed, she undressed, cleaned the outfit, washed herself, then slipped into bed - falling asleep immediately.
[
OC: Liana, Imelda Carson, and Hejlikka|
Setting: Scribel City - Adventurer's Guild, Market, Hejlikka's house|
Word Count: 649]
[OOC: Money before - 94G, money after - 9G
Bought 1 needle
Bought 4 spools of black thread]
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