A Rush for Help [Cecilia]

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Swinging the door open, Adelaide sways in hauling a pack filled with tool in heavy need of fixing. She's has a long day behind her and an even longer one if she can't get her tools ready for fixing up the barn. It's been a bit of a struggle finding her sheep in the field before even waking up to learn there's a whole in her barn.

Taking over a worn out farm has it's ups and downs, while there's quite a lot to maintain to bring it back to it's full glory, there's still a charm to it's old and rustic look that the woman fancies. It's just comes as a surprise at how much more work the girl has to do before it all fixed up. Turns out that rushing to the tool shied for some fixing turns out to need fixing of it's own. Just about every tool left behind has rusted with time. Adelaide did try to work what what she has, but it proved to be much more difficult. Before wasting away the whole day on fixing something broken with another thing broken, she decided to take a quick trip to town leaving the flock in her dog's care.

Though it would have been smarter to only take what she needs at the time, the young lady thought it would be smarter to struggle her whole way with the whole shed on her back. She regrets the idea for a long while but once she finally reached the shop all she could see is salvation.

She could have them all worked on over time and take them home as they get finished up instead to taking that painful path with a heavy load again. With great desperation, Adelaide struggles up to the counter, dropping her load like a mere sack of potatoes and lets out huff from the relief.

"Truly was a dumb idea hauling all this here."

She expresses no emotion yet she feels tired and has a great urge to let loose. Taking a quick glimpse, Adelaide sees a person, possibly two working about in the back. Her stare is back down now directed at her tools, counting and determining possibly how long it would take to get them all repaired. Struggling to pull up the tools she'll need right away, the woman rambles on.

"Hello there. I've found a shied full or rusted tools. They seem like they could be handy, just a little too worn out to work with right away."

After a bit of struggle the woman figures it would be easier places them on the counter one at a time rather than in a bundle. Her muscles are too soar to be hauling more things around, and she still needs to save up energy to take them back and fix up her barn.

"Not sure if there's much that can be done on these, but if you could please salvage them for me and make them better to use? I would love that, especially the tools I need right away. But if you can't or are too busy I'm sorry for the bother."

Her voice sounds stiff like a robot responding back to a command or like an auto response. If one is to not look at her they'd thing that she's probably some dry and boring woman with nothing going for her. Almost like the meanings in her words are equally as empty as the emotion she displays.

[CECILIA S.]

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[atrb=valign,top]	[atrb=style,text-align:center;] Drops of sweat beaded the girl’s skin as she slammed the hammer down on the hoe with a clang, sparks flying as she flattened it against the anvil. Three more fire-work inducing whacks and the girl smiled at the thing, dunking it in the nearby tub of water before carrying it to its designated cool-down spot. Life was going along uneventful in the sepalum peninsula. There were no imp attacks, no thieves or suspicious travelers. No, all was quiet at the bay. It was unnerving. The people here were soft, some guarded, but most soft. Their instincts deadened with the peace, frighteningly unprepared for any sort of attack. Hoe in its room, the girl pulled off her thick leather gloves, stuffing them in her apron’s pocket as she worked her way back across the shop. Her nimble hands reached behind her back, beginning to tie her apron off and her eyes gazed to the sword. She needed to practice, go out…The girl pursed her lips, not the forest, there was no training center, the farmland wouldn’t be a good idea… The door rings as it opens, and Cecilia turns to see a woman, bit older than her, struggle in with a large, presumably heavy chest. Upon reaching the counter, the luggage drops like a rock with a thud that just screamed ‘dent in the counter’. "Truly was a dumb idea hauling all this here.” Cecilia blinks and sighs. ”did that statement need saying?” She drops her hands, leaving the knot in as she walks over to the counter and listens to the woman’s request. As each item is put on the counter, she studies them, scratching at the rust, mentally weighing them and going through what would have to be done to repair them. ” …I'm sorry for the bother." ”Do you have any iron ore?” she asks, putting the rusty old hammer back on the counter. The check wobbles a bit as she does this, in a vague threat to fall off the handle.	[atrb=valign,top]