Timestamp: Summer 50, 515 AV Talya had been working at the Quill's Rest for awhile now, but everything still felt novel to her, like she were a brand spanking new employee who had just arrived in the port city of Zeltiva, and jumped upon the first job that had been offered to her. But that was not the case, not even close. She had lost count of the number of times she had worked at the Quill's Rest, even though she knew it couldn't have been that much. The notion that she was so close to the sea yet she could never hear it, even during the lulls that took place during the day or night, (depending on when she was working), still surprising her. For only, if she looked out the window at the clear sunny day, she could see the water. The shoreline- the waves crashing into it, and leaving a white bubbling froth that was sucked away with the next wave made its way along. Other things that surprised her was how cozy the interior was- especially when compared to one of the other local favorites, (if you could call it that), the Kelp Bar. It had an interior of light wood, something like oak she supposed, if it wasn't oak, as it didn't seem as grainy. There were a mixture of square and rectangular tables made to match, that were carved simply yet elegantly, and not falling apart. They had chairs to match even these, and a few benches for the longer tables, although things stuck to mainly chairs. None of them seemed to have cushion, but the posh as it were, brought their own on occasion, so their rumps wouldn't hurt after sitting on them for so long. There were little nooks and alcoves too, where people could find a sense of privacy if they needed it- either to study or to work, or just plain simply to be alone. She didn't remember as much back in Ravok. There didn't seem to be a place quite like this. But then again, even those similar places weren't exactly the same- something always divided them, so you could still tell them apart. At least, that was what Talya thought anyway. Today, she wore her dress, the black one, which hugged her form. Over the skirt, she had tied a half apron- she had been supplied it for the times she came into work by her employer, so that the patrons could spot her even more easily. At the end of her shift she would return it for someone else to use, and the next day, she would put it right back. Her hair was done into a braid, so that it would remain out of the way, and out of the drinks, as everyone preferred. Her boots clicked softly on the wooden floors, as she made her way around the Quill's Rest, a steaming hot container of kelp tea resting between her two hands- she had been instructed to go around the room giving refills to those who asked, and taking their money if and when they did so. There didn't seem to many people who waved her over right now, as many were still enjoying their previous glasses, or staunchly avoiding what the place had to offer, and were simply enjoying the time they spent amongst friends or colleagues, or even a mixture of both, assuming if they came with anyone at all. After all, there were always a few two seater tables that remained occupied by a single party. These, Talya had grown to know were best to ignore, usually they got their drink, sat down and did their own thing. They'd get a little grouchy if you interrupted them too, even if it was just to top off their drink. But this didn't bother her much, she had learned not to let it do so in the time she had spent working at the joint. But that wasn't important now, she realized, as a peachy wave crossed her field of vision. Someone was calling, she had work to do. She realized it was a young man of perhaps eighteen. With blue eyes and a strangely small nose, simple blue trousers with a matching top. In a few strides, Talya had managed to squeeze and weaver herself around a few tables to get to his, and stand over him. "Did you want some more kelp tea?" she asked, as the jug issued steam upward, into her face. The man nodded. "Here you go," Talya said as she moved her hands closer, and then tipped the jug over, refilling his glass. "Thank you," he said, as he set some money on the table. "You're welcome," Talya replied, as she pulled her left hand off the side of the container, picked up the money, and headed back to the counter, stopping only once to refill another mug, and take another person's money on the way there. Once there, she handed the money to the person behind the counter- a gruff looking man today, and smiled, before sitting down at the bar and waiting for someone else to order, or wave her over for a refill. |