[PRP] Craft Fair Fun

[Magician Arcana]

Despite the chill of cold creeping in slowly, It was an unseasonably warm Fall day. It was still nippy, but not the chilling cold that had been sinking its claws into the night. Overhead a fat sun hung happily in the cloudless sky. Nord tilted his head and felt the ray tighten against his skin. It felt pleasant and despite the doldrums and mild depression that clung to his being ever since arriving to Camphorean, things felt relatively normal. Normal and very pleasant.

There had been fliers of a craft fair and while Nord didn't have a lot of money, and not nearly enough money to be spending on knickknacks, it was clear that this was an opportunity. If he could learn what sold well and perhaps get an idea of how things were crafted, he might be able to open up his own stand and sell things. The money would be welcome, and it would be an almost steady income! Like, owning a small business. Yes, this would how he'd spin it to his father. Like owning a small business.

Except, Nord realized as he roamed the lively stalls, filled with interesting and dazzling goods, to make something that would sell required... Skill. Skills that the ex-accountant did not possess. If it was selling numbers or hell even doing taxes for someone, sure. Nord would succeed. But... Painting and other things were just so difficult. This man was no artist.

Bill walked beside his trainer, his large eyes imploring the other to cheer up. It was difficult for the eevee to understand why Nord was so glum. A little elbow grease and it'd be fine! More training and battle for money. They could survive! Still it seemed Nord was floundering in a situation that Bill just... would never be able to grasp.

"Perhaps we should go back, Bi - Ah! Hey!" The Eevee took off at a run, bounding down the aisle of stalls. Cursing softly, Nord bolted after him, careful to dodge anyone and everyone coming out or looking at wares.

Yes! Bill looked over his shoulder and chirped a gleeful "Vee!" Haha, yes this was exactly what Bill thought Nord needed. A little exercise to get the happiness juices flowing!

"Bill! Get back here!"

The Eeevee took a sharp turn and ran into someone's stall. That someone happened to be Taavi. Giving him a pleasant hello in the form of an "Eeevee!" Bill hid behind the man's legs.

Nord puffed and huffed, doubling over and placing a hand on the stall's table to steady himself, "I... I'm so... so sorry... Bill... Get out of there. Stop.... bothering this man."  

[TawnyAngel]

Honestly he was pretty surprised he'd managed to get into the faire so close to the holidays; apparently demand for the stalls had been so high that they'd expanded for this month and next month, which worked out for him even though he'd already been told there wasn't space for him in December because a regular wanted the pitch. He'd take what he could get without complaining though, he hadn't even expected to get this after all. It had been expensive and he was in a pretty bad location so far as he could tell but it was holiday season and people were here to spend so he was hopeful of making a bit of money, trouble was that he knew he couldn't invest any of it in new materials and there was only so much you could do with scavenged wood.... Well maybe he'd make enough here with his current stock to tide him over until he got a new job, then he could try to put away bits of money to buy more wood and other supplies he was out of or nearly out of.

It was going to be okay, he was going to be okay.

Last time he'd been at something like this - over in Sandalwood before he'd got the job he'd just lost - he'd been told that people liked to see you working on stuff behind the stall and it certainly beat just standing around and so Taavi was putting some finishing details on a small Eevee figurine when an actual Eevee darted into his stall and around behind his legs.

"Woah, hi there!" Taavi exclaimed in mild surprise, setting down his - sharp! - tool and turning to look down at the black-furred evolution pokemon. "How are you to- Oh?" As Nord arrived Taavi turned to face him in turn and started to grin. "Oh he's no bother, he has a lovely coat! Is your name Bill then?" he asked of the Eevee. "My name's Taavi, nice you meet you! And you too," he concluded to Nord.