38th of Spring, 519AV
”That’s all, thank you.”
Kamilla huffed in annoyance as she made her way down and out of the stilted ‘building’ known amongst settlers as The Syka Mercantile, which in her opinion was not much more than an elevated hut with a very basic selection of wares. Of course she wasn’t surprised by it, Syka was after all a small settlement and not a giant bustling city so it was to be expected, though that didn’t make things any less inconvenient. Another huff escaped the mage’s lips as she continued down the blessing that was the cobbled path, currently awkwardly lugging a giant roll of fabric along with her, which was not the simplest task. Especially with a still healing leg.
She was currently on her way to one of the bungalows to meet a client, Uta, who’d requested that Kamilla make her a new dress. She’d met Syka’s botanist two days earlier at The Panacea, Uta coming in to supply Jansen with a batch of healing herbs and bumping into Kamilla who’d just been there for some healing. The akalak healer had done a miraculous job with the bite wound she’d received during the monkey onslaught, but her thigh still hurt, even now.
It seemed that despite having never met her, news that there was a seamstress in Syka had spread quickly as it took Uta only a few moments to ask Kamilla if she’d be willing to make her a new dress. Of course, Kamilla was not about to turn down a job, Syka may have been bare bones but the founders had made it clear that everyone was required to contribute or leave, the latter not being an option. Syka had proven to be more trouble than it was worth thus far, Kamilla hadn’t even been around for a season and she’d already been lost in the jungle twice, the second time nearly ending in death by monkeys... or Wanolo baboons as they were apparently known. Regardless, there was something reinvigorating about the small tropical settlement that the mage hadn’t grown tired of just yet.
”This kind of labour is beneath me.” The words were huffed out in annoyance as Kamilla continued to lug the awkwardly sized roll of green cloth. She’d only need roughly four square yards for the dress, but had decided she might as well by the entire ten squared yard roll, since supplies weren’t easy to come by in Syka. Other than that, she’s also spotted a leash and bought it in hopes that it would be able too keep Yennefer from starting off into the deadly jungle again. Maybe Kamilla would actually be able to bring her pet along with her, or at least that was her hope. ”At least I won’t have to carry her everywhere now.” The words were huffed out, the mage quickly running out of breath under the intense Syka heat.
She was nearly there, their planned meeting place being one of the empty bungalows, apparently built by the founder Randal. Uta has suggested they use a vacant one for the measuring and dress making since her own home was a bit more difficult to reach, a decision Kamilla was especially grateful at the moment.
The mage was completely unimpressed by having to lug her own supplies around, she’d need to find a helper or some other kind of solution soon. Even a wheelbarrow would be better than all the effort she was currently going through. Not that she’d be caught dead pushing one around, but it did give her an idea. She’d make a mental note to brainstorm the idea some other time.
”That’s all, thank you.”
Kamilla huffed in annoyance as she made her way down and out of the stilted ‘building’ known amongst settlers as The Syka Mercantile, which in her opinion was not much more than an elevated hut with a very basic selection of wares. Of course she wasn’t surprised by it, Syka was after all a small settlement and not a giant bustling city so it was to be expected, though that didn’t make things any less inconvenient. Another huff escaped the mage’s lips as she continued down the blessing that was the cobbled path, currently awkwardly lugging a giant roll of fabric along with her, which was not the simplest task. Especially with a still healing leg.
She was currently on her way to one of the bungalows to meet a client, Uta, who’d requested that Kamilla make her a new dress. She’d met Syka’s botanist two days earlier at The Panacea, Uta coming in to supply Jansen with a batch of healing herbs and bumping into Kamilla who’d just been there for some healing. The akalak healer had done a miraculous job with the bite wound she’d received during the monkey onslaught, but her thigh still hurt, even now.
It seemed that despite having never met her, news that there was a seamstress in Syka had spread quickly as it took Uta only a few moments to ask Kamilla if she’d be willing to make her a new dress. Of course, Kamilla was not about to turn down a job, Syka may have been bare bones but the founders had made it clear that everyone was required to contribute or leave, the latter not being an option. Syka had proven to be more trouble than it was worth thus far, Kamilla hadn’t even been around for a season and she’d already been lost in the jungle twice, the second time nearly ending in death by monkeys... or Wanolo baboons as they were apparently known. Regardless, there was something reinvigorating about the small tropical settlement that the mage hadn’t grown tired of just yet.
”This kind of labour is beneath me.” The words were huffed out in annoyance as Kamilla continued to lug the awkwardly sized roll of green cloth. She’d only need roughly four square yards for the dress, but had decided she might as well by the entire ten squared yard roll, since supplies weren’t easy to come by in Syka. Other than that, she’s also spotted a leash and bought it in hopes that it would be able too keep Yennefer from starting off into the deadly jungle again. Maybe Kamilla would actually be able to bring her pet along with her, or at least that was her hope. ”At least I won’t have to carry her everywhere now.” The words were huffed out, the mage quickly running out of breath under the intense Syka heat.
She was nearly there, their planned meeting place being one of the empty bungalows, apparently built by the founder Randal. Uta has suggested they use a vacant one for the measuring and dress making since her own home was a bit more difficult to reach, a decision Kamilla was especially grateful at the moment.
The mage was completely unimpressed by having to lug her own supplies around, she’d need to find a helper or some other kind of solution soon. Even a wheelbarrow would be better than all the effort she was currently going through. Not that she’d be caught dead pushing one around, but it did give her an idea. She’d make a mental note to brainstorm the idea some other time.
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