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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 1:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 1:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 1:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 1:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 1:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 1:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 1:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 2:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 2:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 2:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 2:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 2:59 pm
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{Good idea~}
"Indeed it is, judging by the smells it's given off." Mala said, sitting herself down near the small table that was placed in front of the kitchen window. She was surprised that the chair she sat in wasn't breaking to pieces by now. However, she could tell that it could barely hold her. Any further weight would break it.
"Ah, Chesedonia's so lively. How come daddy has to keep our home so dismal?" Milly asked herself softly, eventually finding a run-down tailor's shop and leaving her horse just outside. She wandered in, only to see a beautiful seamstress quietly working on a bright blue gown. "Excuse me? But are you the owner of this establishment?"
The seamstress looked up, her dull brown eyes looking up to spot a bright-eyed youth who looked ready to face the world. A look of anger overcame the silver-haired woman as she exclaimed, "THIEF! BANDIT! You look like you've come as but a simple customer, but I know better! You'll kill me, rip off my fingers, steal my money, and set me on fire! Ah, run people run! It's attack of the monster bandits from hell!" she exclaimed, giving Milly the impression that she was both paranoid and senile.
"Hold on! I didn't come here to steal, I came here to learn and help out!" Milly exclaimed, hoping to calm the woman down. "Even if this place is worn, these clothes are beautiful and well made! I came here to learn some tailoring, maybe some medicinal skills, not to steal from you!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 3:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 3:16 pm
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"I made plenty of money last time, so I was thinking about taking a break for a little bit and work at tidying this place up a little more." Mala said after a moment of thought. "That is, if you don't mind."
"LIAR! You're all liars, come to take all that I have while pretending to love me! And then, when I least expect it, you'll all stab me in the back and abandon me! They always do!" she continued, pointing an accusing finger at Milly. The reason why she hadn't had much business was because of her massive-betrayal complex, something that would certainly need fixing.
Milly approached, calmly and with as warm a smile as she could muster. With a gentle touch, she took hold of the woman's hand as she spoke. "Please, don't worry. I'm not here on violent terms. I just want to learn, that's all. If you'd like, I can pay for it through manual labour around the shop."
Finally, the woman calmed, yanking her hand away. "Fine. Although I won't permit you to stay until I know your name! Who are you?"
"My name is Melodia, although you can call me Milly. It's a pleasure to meet you." Milly introduced herself in a polite manner, even offering a slight bow. "If I might ask, what's your name miss?"
Shocked by the politeness, the seamstress backed off a little with a look of guilt about her. She spoke in a much gentler and quiet tone as she said, "M-my name is Ariae. P-please forgive me for the outbirst, but it's quite necessary."
"I understand that all too well." Milly said with a soft sigh, knowing very well how cruel people could be - particularly her father.
"I-if you wouldn't mind, can we discuss your employment over a cup of tea?"
"I'd like that alot, thank you."
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 3:21 pm
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