Summer 514 AV, Day 33
It had taken a few days, but Rue had finally managed to set the shop to rights. With a steady trickle of shoppers to take her away from the organizing - which filled her time between sewing together new items and tailoring or repairing old clothing - it had stretched out the usually empty time in her days into a blur of motion.
It served a wonderful mindless task that had allowed her more than enough time to sort out her emotions. Which was good, considering the mess that they had been after Shahar's visit to her shop. He had left her a tangled mess of knots that she had spent almost three days unwinding.
But that was good since she now found herself able to understand what had happened. Her memory of the night he had rescued her, for that was truly what he had done so long ago, had remained in her mind as something heroic. This paired with her family's constant pressure to find a husband, to become someone a man would want to marry, had twisted some little thing in her mind into overdrive. Adding this to seeing him in such an intimate setting had allowed all her childhood fantasy to run away with her, and she had projected her feelings onto the poor man.
It was embarrassing, and she shied from the thought that he had noticed her actions, reassuring herself that his confusion as he left was a sign he hadn't noticed the feelings that had flooded her. And they had flooded her, clouding her mind completely.
With a few days to clear her head, she had realized that, and with any luck she hadn't chased Shahar completely away with her antics. Maybe he would return to her shop and she could extend the offer of friendship and trade.
A small sound behind her revealed that the woman who had come in to try on dresses had emerged once more from the small dressing area. Her large gently curving frame was once more shrouded in a loosely fitting a-line dress - one Rue couldn't convince the woman was unflattering on her - and she looked wide and shapeless.
"I like that color better," Rue said, a kinder response than the first one that floated through her head. "But I really do think you would like something in a different shape." It would be bad for business if the woman left in something that looked so bad on her, others would think that people who worked here had no sense of how to dress.
There was only so much Rue could do, though. So she argued politely with the woman for a few tiring more minutes and then sold her the black a-line dress that had been the first one she tried on.
She walked the woman out with her purchase, her smile dropping into a frown as soon as the woman was out of sight. She wished more people would take her advice seriously, but being unwed at nearly her twentieth year did more against her standing than even her hard work could counter.
With a glance at the low hung sun and a shake of her head she stepped back into the shade of the tent. It was only a bell or two off from dark, and if she wanted to attend the communal prayer this evening she would need to close up soon. Not that many would notice, since more and more people were closing their shops early to attend.
It had taken a few days, but Rue had finally managed to set the shop to rights. With a steady trickle of shoppers to take her away from the organizing - which filled her time between sewing together new items and tailoring or repairing old clothing - it had stretched out the usually empty time in her days into a blur of motion.
It served a wonderful mindless task that had allowed her more than enough time to sort out her emotions. Which was good, considering the mess that they had been after Shahar's visit to her shop. He had left her a tangled mess of knots that she had spent almost three days unwinding.
But that was good since she now found herself able to understand what had happened. Her memory of the night he had rescued her, for that was truly what he had done so long ago, had remained in her mind as something heroic. This paired with her family's constant pressure to find a husband, to become someone a man would want to marry, had twisted some little thing in her mind into overdrive. Adding this to seeing him in such an intimate setting had allowed all her childhood fantasy to run away with her, and she had projected her feelings onto the poor man.
It was embarrassing, and she shied from the thought that he had noticed her actions, reassuring herself that his confusion as he left was a sign he hadn't noticed the feelings that had flooded her. And they had flooded her, clouding her mind completely.
With a few days to clear her head, she had realized that, and with any luck she hadn't chased Shahar completely away with her antics. Maybe he would return to her shop and she could extend the offer of friendship and trade.
A small sound behind her revealed that the woman who had come in to try on dresses had emerged once more from the small dressing area. Her large gently curving frame was once more shrouded in a loosely fitting a-line dress - one Rue couldn't convince the woman was unflattering on her - and she looked wide and shapeless.
"I like that color better," Rue said, a kinder response than the first one that floated through her head. "But I really do think you would like something in a different shape." It would be bad for business if the woman left in something that looked so bad on her, others would think that people who worked here had no sense of how to dress.
There was only so much Rue could do, though. So she argued politely with the woman for a few tiring more minutes and then sold her the black a-line dress that had been the first one she tried on.
She walked the woman out with her purchase, her smile dropping into a frown as soon as the woman was out of sight. She wished more people would take her advice seriously, but being unwed at nearly her twentieth year did more against her standing than even her hard work could counter.
With a glance at the low hung sun and a shake of her head she stepped back into the shade of the tent. It was only a bell or two off from dark, and if she wanted to attend the communal prayer this evening she would need to close up soon. Not that many would notice, since more and more people were closing their shops early to attend.