Ravenna
Dear miss Hale,
I am very pleased to inform you that your application to apprentice with the Weaver's association has been approved. Your family has long been honored in our community and I cannot express how delighted I am for this opportunity.
I suggest beginning your apprenticeship after Long Night. Please come to the mill at the hour of....
Parchment rustled as Ravenna flipped the note over. It was signed and sealed with the prominent imprint of a winged spindle, the mark of one of the larger textile producers in Halo. Sucking in a breath, the couldn't contain her excitement and let out a cheerful whoop, jumping up and down where she stood. Amused looks were cast her way from all over the marketplace, and she laughed back at them, waving the letter at a curious old lady shuffling by.
"Good news, weary? the elderly asked, beady eyes twinkling.
"The best! I got a job," Venna grinned.
"Oh, that is lovely, sweetheart! A cause for celebation indeed."
It truly was. Leaning down to pick up the basket she had dropped as the courier found her with the letter, the young girl regarded the marketplace around her with new eyes. A job meant income, it meant she didn't have to keep bother her foster family for funds, it meant she could afford a bit of luxury today.
Finding a stall filled with 'exotic' fruits and snacks, she came away with a paper cone filled with fruits; raisins, dried plums, and even some blueberries that seemed fresh rather than frozen or dried, and humming contentedly to herself she plunked herself down on a bench to enjoy herself. The sun didn't warm - it never did in Halo - but the light raised her spirits. Smiling at passersby while munching on purple delights, for the moment her life felt entirely perfect.
I am very pleased to inform you that your application to apprentice with the Weaver's association has been approved. Your family has long been honored in our community and I cannot express how delighted I am for this opportunity.
I suggest beginning your apprenticeship after Long Night. Please come to the mill at the hour of....
Parchment rustled as Ravenna flipped the note over. It was signed and sealed with the prominent imprint of a winged spindle, the mark of one of the larger textile producers in Halo. Sucking in a breath, the couldn't contain her excitement and let out a cheerful whoop, jumping up and down where she stood. Amused looks were cast her way from all over the marketplace, and she laughed back at them, waving the letter at a curious old lady shuffling by.
"Good news, weary? the elderly asked, beady eyes twinkling.
"The best! I got a job," Venna grinned.
"Oh, that is lovely, sweetheart! A cause for celebation indeed."
It truly was. Leaning down to pick up the basket she had dropped as the courier found her with the letter, the young girl regarded the marketplace around her with new eyes. A job meant income, it meant she didn't have to keep bother her foster family for funds, it meant she could afford a bit of luxury today.
Finding a stall filled with 'exotic' fruits and snacks, she came away with a paper cone filled with fruits; raisins, dried plums, and even some blueberries that seemed fresh rather than frozen or dried, and humming contentedly to herself she plunked herself down on a bench to enjoy herself. The sun didn't warm - it never did in Halo - but the light raised her spirits. Smiling at passersby while munching on purple delights, for the moment her life felt entirely perfect.
Don't talk like you know me
when I don't even know myself
when I don't even know myself
Code by Skylark
