Job Hunting // <illusion>
Jan 24, 2015 1:56:48 GMT -5
Post by cosetty on Jan 24, 2015 1:56:48 GMT -5
And the ships are left to rust.
That's what the water gave us.
Aelinor had been planning this interaction for days. It has to go perfectly, or else she would do something undoubtedly embarrassing and ruin the entire thing. She had spent a long time on her appearance, even though it was probably not that big of a deal. She brushed her hair until it was smooth, looking out Aunt Ruth's window, while sitting on Aunt Ruth's bed. Aelinor washed her face in extra cool water to clear her complextion with Aunt Ruth's bowl in Aunt Ruth's room. Technically, it was hers. It didn't feel like it. Aelinor tried to push the grief- this vagueness- aside. She put on her second-best set of clothes: a blue dress that had faded to a bright grey. Older people were always trying to tell her not to judge others based on appearance, and that how you looked wasn't important. Aelinor disagreed. It was the basic laws of evolution, essentially. When faced with a choice, anybody is naturally going to pick the more attractive option.
Well, that, and all this primping helped waste time. She felt as if her heart was beating in her stomach, a feeling that made her slightly nauseous. She had been rehearsing what she was going to say, but the words kept getting stuck on the roof of her mouth. She had grown out of her clumsy phase! Maybe she'd never grow out of his buzzing hollowness in her chest. She left the room before she got overwhelmed. Aelinor walked down the stairs, grounding herself in the familiar creak, in the soft worn floorboards, in the hum of the refridgerator in the kitchen. Ever since Ruth died last summer, money has been tight. Her father sometimes liked to think that he was strong enough to take care of everything by himself, but it was becoming increasingly obvious he could not. That's why Aelinor was putting so much planning into what she was about to do. If she could prove that she was capable of making a real income, nothing her father said could really stop her.
Closing and locking the door softly behind her, Aelinor set off toward town, repeating her proposition to herself quietly. It wasn't a long walk to the end of the street where the Rafter's Shop was located. In fact, Aelinor would have prefered a few more minutes to herself before arriving at the door. She couldn't just mill around outside though, delaying the inevitable. Squaring her shoulders, Aelinor opened the door. Or, tried to. When the door got a little stuck, her heart leap directly into her throat. How could things go wrong so early? Her nerves stretched time, and what felt like dragged out seconds, was really only an instant.
Clearing her throat of her fluttering heart beat, she entered the shop. There were so many things lining the walls that she didn't know where to look first. "Hello?"
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Notes: Sorry this took so long!! Anyway, hope this works well for you.