07-19-2018, 02:50 PM
ASPIRING FIRES !
nui harime — female — snowbound — eaglehunter — hard physicality
setting up a shop. how glorious. how divinely wonderful. she thanked izuku for his suggestion, dragging a stand some ways away from her home, the wood's legs carving a path in the snow. the excited young lady had plastered a sign to the desk.
nui's workshop. in bold, black letters across a white frame. before, snowbound, before she had left, ragyo had taught her how to read and write. it was only imperative, after all. being a designer meant there were scenarios where she'd have to read and write down orders and understand what was being asked of her in thorough detail.
"come one, come all!" her high pitched voice projected throughout the town's square. "to my magical shop! here i'll craft anything you desire, so long as i have the material for it. and if i don't-- you'll just have to help me acquire it, won't you?" pearly white teeth, gleaming as she she slid a notebook onto a desk, a chewed pencil grasped between her claws.
"and i'll make anything for you. furniture, clothing, armor, the odd body pillow, you name it!" though she had been a designer, her skills extended far and wide. she was no blacksmith, but she'd like to think that she was varied and adaptable. now was a good time to explore and extend her expertise.
"here, you'll find an example of some of my latest creations. they're premade. feel free to take those if you'd like, or request something. i don't require payment, but if you'd rather give me something anyway, i'd be willing to take any disposable junk you no longer need. that, or food," sat astride from her were various items. boots. mittens. gloves. carpets, rugs. lamps. all miscellaneous things that she had created during her few days here. but there were few things better than the feel of open material beneath her paws, ready to be weaved to her liking. she was addicted to her work and she knew it. opening a shop only proved this.
nui's workshop. in bold, black letters across a white frame. before, snowbound, before she had left, ragyo had taught her how to read and write. it was only imperative, after all. being a designer meant there were scenarios where she'd have to read and write down orders and understand what was being asked of her in thorough detail.
"come one, come all!" her high pitched voice projected throughout the town's square. "to my magical shop! here i'll craft anything you desire, so long as i have the material for it. and if i don't-- you'll just have to help me acquire it, won't you?" pearly white teeth, gleaming as she she slid a notebook onto a desk, a chewed pencil grasped between her claws.
"and i'll make anything for you. furniture, clothing, armor, the odd body pillow, you name it!" though she had been a designer, her skills extended far and wide. she was no blacksmith, but she'd like to think that she was varied and adaptable. now was a good time to explore and extend her expertise.
"here, you'll find an example of some of my latest creations. they're premade. feel free to take those if you'd like, or request something. i don't require payment, but if you'd rather give me something anyway, i'd be willing to take any disposable junk you no longer need. that, or food," sat astride from her were various items. boots. mittens. gloves. carpets, rugs. lamps. all miscellaneous things that she had created during her few days here. but there were few things better than the feel of open material beneath her paws, ready to be weaved to her liking. she was addicted to her work and she knew it. opening a shop only proved this.