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 Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 12:02 pm
The crack of dawn was always such a perfect time to be up and awake for the little priestess-in-training. Xenoclea preferred to gather all the materials needed for the day when there was little to no crowd. However, today was different for the modest church. The supplies for ink that they had been using ran out late into the evening the previous day. What better task for the young maiden than to retrieve more? After all, there was no way to mess this up!
A soft murmur the in the local market had spoken of a stall just on the edge of the forest that seemed to carry a wide selection of natural supplies. There was nothing better than writing with the juice of berries and if she didn't need to hunt them down herself that was one less thing she needed to worry about. Xenoclea set off, leaving Cala to continue her slumber in peace while the girl went off to investigate. If the rumor was true, then maybe there was someone out there she could assist! Perhaps she would be able to hone in her helping skills a bit and with such training she could become a true Priestess of Gen!
With hopes as high as the overcasting clouds were in the sky Xenoclea set out to find this stall that others spoke of in whispers. She had no clue what to expect but if someone was this far from the town, there was opportunity to work on being a good helper. Xenoclea's heart was always in the right place of course and it wasn't like she didn't try to help others all the time. On the contrary she was always the first to volunteer! However, her coordination or lack of such graces often lead to more trouble than assistance. Too often she heard that she didn't smile enough as well, or that she spoke in a less than friendly tone.
Today would be the day all that would change! Xenoclea had woken up determined and excited to change everything. As her simple brown shoes carried her over the grassy landscape, she kept her long dark green gloved hands grasped around the handle of a brown plain basket. She did her best to put on the most friendly smile she could muster as she scanned over the approaching tree line from beyond her simple glasses in search of the structure.
Finally she spotted it and quickened her pace. She stepped up and inhaled sharply to boost her joy but her modest tone and inquisitive gaze caused a mild, "Hello?" to come forth from what appeared to be a confused, dazed girl.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 12:45 pm
Generally the best part of having her booth set up in the early morning was that there were few people about, and even fewer willing to head all the way over to her. The idea of that made the anxious woman relax a bit. She finished braiding her auburn hair, to keep it out of her way for the rest of work for the day. Ruxsa started on her list of tasks. She pulled out a piece of leather she had made the day before, checked it for imperfections, she had pride in her work. It was a good piece but there was some parts that could have been tended better. She removed it from the pile and used it for her own fixer-upper plans. If she had bothered to look up after starting this project in her hands, she would have seen someone approaching.
However she didn't.
Ruxsa jolted upright, her eyes leaving her work on a new bit of leather for insulating her tents. Owlishly she blinked, the woman at the other side of the table had said hello. Took her a moment to actually pull her vocabulary back out from the corner of her mind. "Hello." Ruxsa did her best to reassure herself, it was hard to fight the feeling of thousands of bees buzzing wildly in her chest, as she sat in place rigidly. She took an uneasy breath, "...Is..is there something you need?" Her hands held tight to the piece of leather in her hands as she spoke.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 8:03 am
As her gaze rested on the figure in the back, Xenoclea did her best to give a bright beautiful smile... which turned out much smaller than she meant it to be. "Yes, Hi. I'm sorry to disturb you, but I heard that this is a stand for buying wares and things; Is that true?" Her voice kept a friendly tune in each word while she did her best to not speak up too loudly and continue to startle the vendor.
Just from a glance already the young girl could tell this was a very nervous soul who manned the stall. She wondered if it was perhaps the way she had spoken earlier that unnerved her. Or was it the way she was dressed? Her clothing was all hand-me-downs, worn, and fairly modest as was the whole order's way of life. Did she not care for clergy? AHA! That had to be it! Maybe she had already guessed that Xenoclea was a priestess-in-training for Gen and it made her uncomfortable! That had to be it right? But of course!
She gave a bow of her head and spoke in a soft manner. "I promise I mean you no harm. My Goddess Gen loves and welcomes all without judgment." Xenoclea: jumping to conclusions one moment at a time. However, she had to try and reassure the woman that there was nothing to be so afraid of.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2016 8:57 am
Ruxsa attempted to steady herself, but tried to make it not over obvious that she had drastically changed her breathing pattern. She lightly fiddled with the piece of leather she still had in her hands. Once she had managed to settle enough, she sat the leather scrap done, and was able to speak again, to answer the woman before her. "Yes that right, what...what are you looking for?" Ruxsa only gently corrected, not really sure of the best way to explain herself to the woman, "I know, about Gen. I...I tried before to be a priestess. It...wasn't a good match for me." Ruxsa could tell that her own awkwardness was steering this conversation an interesting way.
She took a deep breath, readily reciting, "Please do not take my demeanor personally...I...have people problems." It wasn't the first time that she had to make this very blunt statement about herself. To be able to function at least a quarter normal she had to make sure people knew, that she was as skittish as a wild doe.
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