Date: 23/09
Time: Early evening
Location: Brea town centre
Characters: Nova, Eir
Eir: ¡°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.
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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.
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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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Nova nibbled on her pastry as she made her way down the stalls. She¡¯d set up her own as well, of course, but had decided that her customers would start trickling in when the night fell and the air cooled. She had set up a display of coats and capes featuring the fur Bibi had cured for her. They¡¯d not be needed yet, not while people were still warm, so she¡¯d snagged a bite to eat, and then a pastry as a dessert. Okay, so she hadn¡¯t meandered as much as looking for her family and friend. However, not catching sight of any of them, her attention had been caught by the simple stall with small bottles lined up just so on a table.?
¡°What is it you offer here?¡± Nova asked the other woman, trying to remember her name. It was a bit unusual. Air? ¡°Is it some sort of painting?¡± she asked, hazarding a guess as there was an utter lack of anything else than the bottles and the designs.?
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Bethy