3rd of Spring, 515 AV
Tubby waddled up to the door oh the shop, looking through the windows. He could see the many glittering pieces of jewelry that the pawn shop owned, all displayed in a way to catch any passerby's roaming eyes. The certainly caught his eyes, as he stopped outside of the shop to stare. His eyes walked all over the pieces, a giddy feeling coming from his Nexus.
His mom had always wanted a shop that looked like this, a shop full of her own jewelry pieces. He had always said it would be a cool thing to have, and he asked her why she couldn't. She had smiled at him, patting his big head in a loving manner before telling him she wanted to stay with the Pyve for now. This had been the reason he left home; to come and have his own shop, then invite his mother out to work with him. He figured his father would find something to do, even be security for the shop. Now, it seemed, that dream was starting to come through. He had been accepted on as an apprentice to Cosette Demoya, dubbed "Silvertongue" and told he would be her assistant. He'd only be able to cut gems for now, as he needed to get more money for Pycon-sized metal-forging tools. Probably a lot more money.
He looked up at the door handle, wondering how he could get up there. He hated not having a big person with him; usually, he'd just ask them to open the door and not have to go through this. He turned on his fat foot, eyes searching the ground. He was looking for a stick, preferably one that looked like a cane, or at least had a strong hooked part he could use to pull the door handle down. Finding not even a twig, he picked up a good sized rock he could throw. He tossed it around in his hands, wondering if it would be a good idea. He looked through the window as a shadow passed through it, walking to the counter. It was Cosette; she was probably looking to see if he had come in. He watched as she looked around for a few, then proceeded to start heading to some other part of the shop. Now or never... He brought his tiny fist back, clutching the rock, then swinging his arm, releasing the little thing. He'd missed where he was aiming for; though, he still hit the door. The rock hit with a nice sounding thump, bouncing away. The shadow stopped walking, and he could see the owner of the pawn shop turn. She walked over and opened the door, peering out.
Jumping up and down and waving his arms frantically, he got her attention, alerting her so that she knew he was here. After a few seconds, the door swung open, admitting Tubby into Silvertongue's Silver Tongue.
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"Understand?" Tubby nodded, showing that he did indeed. He was standing up on a table, Cosette standing in front of him. She had just gone over the many rules and regulations and expectations she kept, which he believed he could abide by. He took another glance around the shop, still can't believing he was actually here. He had his happy expression going on around the eyes, wanting to get to work right away. "So, are you sure you're ready for this? I'm going to be upstairs, asleep; I had a long night. I want you to finish the orders I have, which is only about 2, and talk to any people that come in. Make sure to get a good price." With this, Cosette gave him a smile, though it didn't seem all that friendly. He nodded, showing his acceptance of the things he was supposed to do. He didn't want to say anything, for fear of uttering something stupid and rambling on for no reason. He and Cosette shared a stare; before long, he was getting fidgety. Finally, though, only after a few ticks, she let it go, turning back to walk to the counter. She brought back the list for him to see, so he would know what the gems were supposed to look like. "Get to work." Tubby held the paper in his small, chubby hand, looking at the first description: Tear drop shaped ruby. He gave a snort, which earned him a look from Cosette as she was walking up the stairs. Not much to go by.....
He walked over to the hidden compartment of gems Silvertongue had, shifting through it to one he could cut. It was slightly blocky, and it had a muffled red color to it. It looked perfect; when he was finished, it'd be shiny and glittering and just beautiful.
Before he could start, he heard the tinkling and the creak of the door opening: his very first customer.
