Posted by Lieutenant Tandra Mika (Chief Mental Health Officer) in Just Another Day
Posted by Civilian Ragna Idun McKenzie (Future Citizen) in Just Another Day
Posted by Civilian Thyr Th’arialat (Resident) in Just Another Day
Some two or so weeks later, Thyr was behind the counter in his shop, but he looked miserable. His antenna were bent to either side as though wilted, he sat in a chair behind the desk looking tired and run down, occasionally coughing, a deep, wet cough, into his elbow. He was sweating and shivering.
He was trying to keep the shop open. Being closed unexpectedly hurt, financially. And he had too many things to pay to want to cut it too close. Thankfully, it was a slow day. Hardly anyone was there.
It had been awhile since Ragna had stopped into the shop. It reminded her of home and she didn’t really need anything, so she never stopped unless the shop was quiet. She’d brought Thyr some work, none of it cheap, and she was willing and able to pay the fee for such work. Today she had a piece with a knick in it and all the grinding with a whetstone just wasn’t going to fix it.
She walked into the shop and stopped, staring at the Andorian. “Thyr? What’s wrong? You look ill.” She marched across the shop and behind the counter to look at him.
Thyr glanced up at her and grunted. “I’m fine.” He said, and then coughed again. He took a couple of breaths. “Okay, I’m a little sick. I’ll be fine. What’d you bring me today?”
Ragna shook her head. “No you are not. Go, off with you. Go get into bed. I have enough business sense and been in a blacksmith shop all my life. I can take orders and finalize sales. I won’t touch the jobs you are working on, but you aren’t either. So go. You won’t have to close the shop.”
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