There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away.
Reaching up on her tiptoes, Elizabeth placed the final book on her shelf. Her parents had always said she had too many (sacrilege!), but that was probably because they had to move them with each new adventure. Now that she had her own place, they each had a permanent place on her floor-to-ceiling shelves. They were even organized by topic and title to make identification easier.
She stepped back to admire her work. The office was simple and cozy with dark wood furniture and a comfortable couch. The fireplace - a requirement in Halo's permafrost weather - consumed the wall opposite the books. Overall, the atmosphere was warm and welcoming, exactly what she was aiming for. Satisfaction brought a smile to her face and she pulled her shawl tight around her shoulders like a congratulatory hug. It was a big moment for her to step out on her own. Elizabeth knew that her parents would be proud and she made note to send them an invitation to visit, even if they didn't particularly enjoy the cold.
Now that the interior was prepared, she steeled herself to step out and finish the exterior. With her painted signage in tow, Elizabeth exited her front door. She turned to analyze the stone and wood for hanging options. The sign in her hands simply read 'Cozy Counseling' in big, bold letters. Its dark wood made the lettering pop in a pleasant contrast that would be noticed from afar. However, the heavy plank would be difficult to hang above her door without assistance.
Glancing around at the minimally occupied streets, she snagged the attention of the first tall man she saw. "Excuse me! Would you be willing to lend a hand?" Her big, doe eyes are pleading while her smile is bright and kind.
Elizabeth
