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Jordan waved her thanks away and nodded at her plan. "It's no problem at all." He ushered her out of the house and followed, ready to head to the stable. "Maybe I'll see you around." He said awkwardly, before turning and walking briskly back toward the barn. . On the whole walk back, Jordan's mind was half swirling and half at ease. He was glad that he had been able to help Hazel and that she was now hopefully out of his life forever, but he was also worried about her. She was so confused and lost, for whatever reason. He felt like he had the obligation to continue helping her, but really wanted to get back to his sketchbook. These thoughts and more pestered him the whole way to the barn. . Jordan was happy to escape his mind as he finished refilling the horses' hay and grooming Henry's personal mounts. Once he was finished with that, he finally let himself sit down and work on his idea. He lost himself in the sketches, notes, and doodles he made, mind now hard at work thinking about how a timekeeping device would succeed. . What felt like hours later, Jordan set down the notebook, stood, and stretched his stiff back. He glanced up at the sun, saw it was nearly noon, and got ready to head back to the house for dinner. Halfway back, a cloud came in front of the sun and made the whole town gloomy. Soon, Jordan felt a raindrop on his head. Then another, and another. Soon it was raining hard, but he didn't mind that much. He liked rain. The way it smelled, and the cool, clean feeling of water washing over his dirty body made him want to live somewhere it rained more often. But he never had the mind for travelling. He was just fine here, with Drew and his inventions, carpentry, and the horses. . Jordan made it to the house and stepped, dripping, inside. He had covered his notebook so it didn't get wet, and placed it carefully on the table in a place he knew the roof wouldn't leak onto it. He heard Drew working in the shop, and headed to the cellar to get food for dinner. |
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Once Hazel left the house, she watched Jordan leave in the direction of the stables. She was thankful for his help, and honestly wouldn't mind running into him again. But she doubt that was going to happen once more. She looked around for a moment, before heading in the direction of the center of town. There was definitely a lot more people out and about now, and she hoped that meant finding some temporary work wouldn't be to hard. She should've asked if he knew of any places that were accepting help... To late now. •~• She dodged around people in a hurry, ladies shopping, children running. Sure she was used to crowds in a city but this felt different somehow. Her grip tightened on the basket when she nearly tripped over two kids running with a bucket. She headed off to the side where it was less crowded to give herself a moment to breath. From there she scanned the area for anything that looked like she might be helpful for. Was there anything to do with art here? Or if someone needed a ranch hand? She'd settle for anything really, but she didn't know what she was looking for. •~• Hazel didn't know how long she spent looking around, until she looked up in time to see the sky darken. Great, rain, definitely what she needed right now. When the drops began to fall she looked for the nearest building and headed for it. She paused for a moment to makes sure it had some form of a sign that she was allowed to just come in. `Floral Fits?` She questioned to herself. At least it looked like the wooden board said that. The rain fell faster, so without hesitating longer she entered. •~• Well that wasn't what she was expecting. The place was slightly bigger then she thought it looked like, with candles flickering throughout the place on high shelves. There were mannequins, or at least some version of them, everywhere with different clothing on each one. There were a few people looking around, with a few others moving back and forth between here and a door on the far side. She didn't get much of change to look around much more before a older woman was infont of her. •~• "Are you the new tailor?" She asked, and it took Hazel a moment to process she was talking to her. "No, I just came in for shelter-" Before she could finish the woman let out a exasperated sigh. "We're short enough as it is, and during a important time!" The woman seemed to be speaking to herself, and Hazel was contemplating slipping out the door before the woman spoke to her again. •~• "You. Do you have any experience with tailoring?" Hazel blinked at her for a moment. Does using a sowing machine to sow up ripped shirts count? "Um... A little?" •~• And that's how she found herself in the back room with a couple other people with the promise of pay. This was just temporary, so Hazel sat down and got to work on figuring out what in the world she was doing. •~• (My brain died doing this one-) |
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(All good) . Jordan selected ingredients for a potato stew and set them on the small, cluttered kitchen table. He began chopping the vegetables and boiling water. About half an hour later, the food was ready and Drew had come in from the workshop to eat. He thanked Jordan for making dinner and took his bowl into the shop with him so he could finish the current order quickly. . Jorda sat at the table, eating and thinking. The food was good, but he had overcooked it a little so everything was too soft and fell apart on his wooden spoon. He didn't really mind though. While he was cooking, he had realized a major flaw in his initial plan for the timekeeping device, and was trying as hard as he could to come up with a way around the block. . After he finished his dinner, he made his way through the workshop, around the piles of scrap wood and broken tools, to Drew, who was sitting on a well-worn stool, chipping away at what seemed to be a wagon wheel spoke. "I finished up everything in the barn, do you need some help?" Jordan asked, looking at the piece of paper that held that day's orders. There were a lot. Drew hummed and replied, "Go check with Henry and make sure he doesn't need anything else before you help." . Jordan nodded, happy to do so. He headed down the wet road, not really caring that it was still pouring out, and found Henry's house. He knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. Henry's wife opened it and smiled kindly, but worriedly, at Jordan. "Yes? I'm afraid Henry isn't feeling well enough to have visitors, but wha can I do for you?" Jordan asked her to tell him that he had finished the chores and wanted to know if there was anything else he wanted done at the stable. She nodded and let him wait under the overhang to stay out of the rain while she asked Henry. . A few moments later, she emerged and said, "He says thank you so much for doing everything, and that if you've fed, watered, and groomed them you're good to go. He said to give you this as payment for your work." She handed Jordan three gold coins, and he accepted them with a nod of thanks. . Jordan headed back to the house, ready to carpenter the rest of the day away. |
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Hazel didn't know how long she spent in that back room, watching the others so she could somewhat grasp what she was doing. Now she was glad she somewhat paid attention to what her mother had tried to teach her when she was younger. Even if she did zone out from time to time, but at least she knew the basics. So while trying to ignore the second shadow of the woman, Alice she heard one of the others say, she followed what she was told to do. Which for now looked like it was just stiching up some clothes that had come in for the past few days. ~.~ After a few hours she finally finished what she was given, sitting back with a sigh. Alice had checked her work over, muttering it was passable but needed work. Alice had handed her five gold coins, gave her basket back, told her to come back again tomorrow at noon and then hurried her out of the shop. She stared at the door for a moment before looking at the coins in her hand. She had kinda forgotten money in this time was different from what she was used to. Would this be enough for her to get a room at a place for a bit? How much did this equal? She then realized it was still raining and started walking quickly. From what she saw earlier wandered around, there was a inn near the other end of town. She hurried there, trying to cover as much of the basket in her hand as she could to keep the contents from getting wet. She finally got to the inn, and headed in, trying to ignore the stare or two of a few other people currently sitting in the main room. ~.~ Hazel managed to get a room for three nights, one gold coin each night. Once in her room she sat the basket down and looked around the room. Simple straw bed, a small mirror, a desk and chair, and a small storage thing... She was going to have to start learning what things were called back then. She now wished she had asked for a change of clothes or something back at the shop, but to late now. So she went back out and asked for a cloth before heading back and wiping down her clothes a little. Didn't do much, but it at least helped dry a little faster. She sat down and grabbed a loaf of the bread from in the basket, breaking it in half and putting one half back. ~.~ As she ate her thoughts drifted once again to what to do next, but also to Jordan. What? He was the basically the one and first person she met. And it's only natrual she thought of him for a moment. What role did he have in this time? She hadn't gathered much from being in that home... Probably something to do with that side door, and the fact he talked about being busy. She shook her head to clear it, she needed to focus on herself for now. Besides, what were the changes she'd run into him again? Exactly, so no use thinking about it. ~.~ |
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