A land of opportunity and excitement.
At least, that's what she had been led to believe. However, the opportunity vastly outweighed the excitement. There was none. It was peaceful, calm, and boring. Very boring. The routine in this place was simple and plain, there wasn't any sort of excitement that happened here. Once in a while there was a thief perhaps, some drunk who was too unruly and the guards had to deal with them but...everything else seemed so boring and calm. In fact, things that seemed most exciting in Ketra was absolutely boring in the old life.
However, was was the possibility of changing it? There was a lot of difficulty in all of this. There was having to sell the shop, her house, and...what would she do with the money? She had been lucky to get the shop, and for years she lived in the shop until she could buy a house. She could do it but...there was a lot of...could she do it?
She found herself running to follow the guards whenever she could, when they seemed to be in some sort of chase or pursuit, she'd go into places that were very bad for a young pink woman who looked more like a strange, long eared young girl to most people. That didn't usually bode well for her honestly, there were a lot of strange people, and sometimes she found them asking her age. It made her skin crawl when they looked disappointed when she said she was older than 14. Though some told her that she carried her two hundred and forty five years well.
It still didn't make her feel good about her age, but she still looked, and felt very young at heart.
The pink skinned Quickling listlessly sighed as she gazed out the window of her shop. In her hands, which moved so fast, was a garment she was sewing. Her boredom was quite apparent, it was all over her face and in her large black almond shaped eyes. No pupil was visible, no iris, just a deep dark brown colour. Every so often, her large pointed ears, ones that extended a good foot over her head twitched every so often. They were like antennae, homing every so often on something outside. She had great hand eye coordination however, she didn't even need to look what her hands were doing as she sewed.
She wanted...something more.
A sigh passed her dark pink lips as she looked down to the dress she was sewing. Finished. Her fingers twitched however, very ready to do something more. In an instant however, the young woman wasn't sitting anymore, but she was at a mannequin, setting the dress up on the object and affixing it with some pins. Perfect. She ran a soft hand through her hair as she looked at the dark blue garment, one that had a strange floral print running from the hem upwards to where the stomach would be. The print was white, which contrasted to the blue hue of the actual garment. It was a soft material, and would probably be sold quickly.
The Quickling herself wore a simple garment, nothing more than a yellow dress. Something plain and simple, but what clearly contrasting her skin. She remembered being fined one day for 'indecent' exposure when she wore a pink dress. It hadn't been the best choice of colour, but she didn't think it would have gotten that out of hand.
It wasn't even past noon, and she found herself done with her work. The clothes that needed to be altered had been, the ones that had to be sewn were...sewn, and the clothes that she just wanted to make and sell to people had been just finished. She found herself her old diary behind the counter of her store and opened it. Ah, the old days, the good days of adventure and fun.
How she longed for those days once more.
