Date:?23/09
Time:?Early evening
Location:?Brea town centre
Characters:?Eir, open
¡°One ¡two¡three,¡± Eir mumbled to herself as she counted the bottles of ink she had brought with her. ¡°Six,¡± she muttered, ¡°six. Where is seven?¡± She started to look around her stall, moving things out of the way, checking underneath, the movements were clean and controlled even as her mind was frantically recalling the events of the day. ¡°Where is number seven. Number seven.¡±
Standing up, hands on hips, her chin jutted forward in frustration and determination she looked at her neighbouring stalls,
¡°You guys seen a bottle of ink? Vibrant purple.¡± They both glanced around their stalls then shook their head. Eir slumped in defeat, ¡°Ok, thanks! If you do spot it, don¡¯t open it. It will stain your fingers for weeks.¡± She waggled her own purple stained fingertips at them with a wry smile. She had worked with the inks for years and still managed to stain herself. It was a little bit embarrassing.
¡°Ok!¡± she counted each bottle again, placing it exactly where she wanted them. The stall was a simple wooden table with two chairs next to it. There were papers artfully displayed that showed the possible designs people could have done. Her pen and cartridges were all stashed away safely until her first customer showed up.? It was her first year doing ink tattoos and she was excited; she had only recently relocated to Brea and she was eager to integrate herself into the community as firmly as she could.
This was her way of showing what she could do and how she could contribute to the community. She was already making plans to expand her dyeing to clothes and fabrics, maybe even paints or wood stains if she could figure it all out. Art was her passion; she loved tattooing permanent and semi-permanent artwork onto people but practical things would be more helpful to those around her. She wished art could be appreciated for art¡¯s sake but she was pragmatic.
Her plan was to offer the temporary ink tattoos for a few hours while there was still some light and the outside lighting was sufficient for the detailed work. Then she was going to go exploring.
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