Post by Marver Mold on Aug 27, 2014 0:02:01 GMT -5
He'd never liked the mornings.
Eyes bleary, legs weak and hooves alarmingly unsteady for the delicate task that he was attempting to preform, the sleep-deprived stallion stood rickety in front of one of his display cases as he carefully stocked it with the previous night's work. As he set the final miniature -- a rose, colored with a gradient of milk and fushia and finished with golden trim -- alongside its companion pieces, he sighed, allowing himself to slink back to his place at the counter and rest his head against the cool smoothness of its surface. His eyes were eventually drawn up to gaze out at the storefront, thanking his lucky stars that no one was there to see him looking like such a mess.
Rubbing his face with the bent joint of his left foreleg, he sighed. As much as he loved working, and as much as he knew he couldn't live without the shop and the income that it provided, working on a schedule that went against his internal clock made him more irritable and lethargic than he was when he'd gotten plenty of sleep.
Unfortunately, a nocturnal lifestyle just didn't work out in a town like this. That was all fine and well; he just wished that he could've already gotten used to it, given that he'd been here for the better part of two and a half years.
Eyes roaming over vases, figurines, containers full of beads and wall-fixtures, the stallion huffed and set his chin on his crossed forelegs. Maybe he'd benefit by hiring some daytime help. It'd be something to think about, but for now, all he could do was hope for customers and be as personable as he could manage.
Eyes bleary, legs weak and hooves alarmingly unsteady for the delicate task that he was attempting to preform, the sleep-deprived stallion stood rickety in front of one of his display cases as he carefully stocked it with the previous night's work. As he set the final miniature -- a rose, colored with a gradient of milk and fushia and finished with golden trim -- alongside its companion pieces, he sighed, allowing himself to slink back to his place at the counter and rest his head against the cool smoothness of its surface. His eyes were eventually drawn up to gaze out at the storefront, thanking his lucky stars that no one was there to see him looking like such a mess.
Rubbing his face with the bent joint of his left foreleg, he sighed. As much as he loved working, and as much as he knew he couldn't live without the shop and the income that it provided, working on a schedule that went against his internal clock made him more irritable and lethargic than he was when he'd gotten plenty of sleep.
Unfortunately, a nocturnal lifestyle just didn't work out in a town like this. That was all fine and well; he just wished that he could've already gotten used to it, given that he'd been here for the better part of two and a half years.
Eyes roaming over vases, figurines, containers full of beads and wall-fixtures, the stallion huffed and set his chin on his crossed forelegs. Maybe he'd benefit by hiring some daytime help. It'd be something to think about, but for now, all he could do was hope for customers and be as personable as he could manage.
