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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2016 19:30:37 GMT -6
At the Spa, At Work
Jala and Ivarra
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2016 20:06:29 GMT -6
JALA
"Achoo!" He let out a sneeze big enough for his cart to come to a grinding halt and for his forelock to go flying over his eyes.
The strong scent of that perfume was getting to him. The aroma was incredibly saccharine--it being a mix of things: Herbs, incense,
oils, and bath salts, all concocting one fine mess of smells that were sure to give him a headache. "Agh," He sniffles, shakes his head,
and continues pulling along.
Today Jala had been out purely under the instruction of delivering bathhouse supplies. To him it was ironic, since he was paying a
visit to the spa during his work hours. Tethis had cut down the number of deliveries he'd have to make today--but that was to make up
for the fairly large load Jala was pulling. Items and oils were stuffed neatly glass jars, which were wrapped in paper and cloth--the only
barriers that kept them from cracking as they gently clacked together. The cart pulled down on his tack more than usual--which was
irritating, to the say the least. And usually it was hard for Jala to become irritated by the weight of that little old cart.
With a snort and a grunt, he strains one last time over a final slope on the way to his destination, ignoring the bumps that may have
shaken the fragile wares inside and the passersby that may have noticed that powerful aroma. Now the path was straight, and with a
relieved breath and renewed energy he found himself quickening his gait. Jala slowly trotted the remaining leg of the trip, down toward
what he assumed was his destination.
At last, those squeaky wooden wheels grinded to a stop by the doorway. Jala could lift his head, and steer it away from the cart
while he unhooked his tack. The trace pole was lowered to the ground with a light clack as he stepped away. "Hoo, finally." He murmured
happily between breaths, prancing away from the cart, and away from the smell that had been plaguing his nostrils for the entire trip.
Now, to see if the manager or an employee at the establishment was around. His tail--wrapped in its bun,--twitched as he picked his hooves
up over to the doorway. A quick thwack of a front hoof served as a knock, and he stood there and waited, trying to tend to the sweat that
was likely coating his pelt by now.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Oct 23, 2016 10:43:32 GMT -6
Ívarra | Talori Craftsman
The black chestnut mare bounced back and forth from each guest, making sure that they had everything they needed to make sure that their visit to the spa went off without a hitch, and she found her coat getting even more sticky with sweat than it normally was. How tiring it was trying to juggle all the needs of the patrons and tending to her own duties as a boss. After all it was hard to make sure that her business didn't go running down into the ground, but with herself running the show, she found herself once again working as if she was one of the few employees that called her bathhouse their workplace. But today it was more or less just a way to busy herself as she waited for the much needed supplies that were supposed to be on the way by now, and with each passing minute, it seemed as if her supplies were dwindling as she cursed herself for not ordering the supplies sooner.
Right when she felt as if her world was about to fall apart, the sound of someone knocking on the bathhouse door sent a wave of relief through her body as she quickly finished off tending to a guest before she excused herself. Peaking out the window before going to the door, a sigh of exhaustion mixed with satisfaction left her lips went she noticed the cart of supplies that were specially ordered for her bathhouse. Trying to smooth down some of the stray hairs that were jutting out of her bun, she readjusted the pins in her hair as she happily swung the door open to greet the delivery man.
"Hello!" She beamed as she glanced down at the stallion that stood at least two hands shorter than herself, "You simply are my hero." She called out, glancing once again over to the cart that carried her much needed supplies before turning back towards the Quagga as she did a once over of him before she shot him a toothy grin. Her first impression was that him seem a little young, but then again in typical Talori fashion, the young were thrown into the work force as soon as they were old enough. She mentally applauded the young creature over the fact that he was upholding that standard by doing what he could for himself and for whoever he worked for.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2016 11:48:11 GMT -6
JALA
Luck would have it today that he wouldn't have to wait long. He stepped back as soon as the door creaked open, giving space to
the customer who greeted him at the entryway. In respect, the young stallion dipped his head in greeting. "Hello," by then he
took a glimpse at the mare. She was taller--which was no surprise to him, he had come to expect most of his customers to be
taller than him--and sported a rich dark coat and a lovely mane that put his scruffy, unkempt locks to shame. Indeed, she had a fitting
complexion for someone who ran a bathhouse. Granted, from the looks of it she seemed just as flustered as he was.
"Ah-heheh," Jala took the compliment lightly, and smiled gently in return. "Just doin' my job, ya know. Would you like me to bring
them inside or?" Already he was starting to lift one of the less fragile objects from the cart with his telekinesis, figuring that she wouldn't
want those old wooden wheels to be brought squeakily into the building. Somewhere in the cart also sat the small, leather-backed
signature booklet, but he would wait until the supplies had been safely stored in their proper place before offering it. "If you need help
bringing these in, I'd be willing." Offering himself up to help a kind mare was like a second nature to him these days.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Oct 24, 2016 14:19:14 GMT -6
Ívarra | Talori Craftsman
Letting her smile remain on her face, she let her long legs carry her over towards the cart that seemed to be weighed down with all sorts of glass bottles that varied in shapes and sizes. Twitching her ears in thought, she followed suit after the Quagga, using her own telekinesis to lift a crate of her own. Different herbs and scents that could fix anything from aching muscles to a killer headache. An assortment of smells filled her nose as her senses separated the smells of lavender from the peppermint and the peppermint from the ginger that stung her nostrils in a pleasing manner. Grinning widely as she took in the sight of the bottles as she made her way back towards the entrance of her bathhouse, she called over her shoulder to the delivery man, "You can just bring whatever you can carry inside," She bumped the door open with her knee as she swiftly carried the container of to the front desk.
"Thank you so much, again," she called over her shoulder to him as she listen to the small clinking of bottles as they settled down on the counter. "The name's Ívarra, by the way. I haven't seen you around before so I figured I should at least introduce myself. I end up ordering supplies at least twice a week," She glanced over towards the front desk where her receptionist was handing out small bottle towards the guests, after all most had been waiting rather patiently for the supplies so they could by the herbs and potions that they could use to tend to their aching needs at home. "There's never a moment where I don't need another crate," After her last sentence, she was out the door again, rushing over to the cart to pick up another crate of supplies.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2016 15:37:36 GMT -6
JALA
One by one, the jars unloaded, gradually freeing him from the overwhelming blend of scents. Most of them were fine on their own; it was only
a problem when they were all together in one big mixture. He guessed there was an art to blending several herbs together to concoct an aroma
that rejuvenating and not to harsh to one's nose. Putting their jars together at once certainly wasn't one of those ways. "Okay," despite the slight
headache he feels he may have developed during the trip, Jala carried a lightness in his tone. He'd push the cart closer to the doorway with his
snout, and though the trace pole dragged forwards a bit, he was mindful not to bring it any closer than to the edge of the door.
Several other jars, three by three, come floating toward the front desk under his influence. He stepped inside after them, using the opportunity to
take in his new surroundings. In comparison to the saccharine smells he had dealt with earlier, the aroma that wafted through the room was pleasant;
a welcomed and deserving change from that of the herbs he had carried. "Ah, Jala," He greets in return. "Nice to meet you." Jala easily guessed that,
if she made these orders for Tethis, there was a good chance he'd be coming back here sometime in the future. He hated to think about it but he might
be dealing with another bundle of headache-inducing smells sometime within the next few weeks, but, maybe, that could also get him the chance to
arrange a visit to the Spa on one of his off-work days. Jala had never been to a Bathhouse in his young life--mostly because he'd been too busy
doing chores and watching over his siblings.
But, he could certainly enjoy a hot, relaxing bath. It was one of the things he missed about his old farm home. His mother prodded him to bathe regularly,
and they had a tub and the fortune of hot, running water. Meanwhile, at the small cottage Jala now currently resided, he had nothing more than a
showerhead, a shallow platform to stand on, and water that scarcely ran at a comfortable temperature.
"I can imagine. It looks pretty busy," He smiled. Jala figured that was a good thing. Good business meant more money, right? "I'm sorta new to the workforce.
Still adjusting, ya know...?" He'd chuckle. To think that only a little while ago, he was still living under the same roof as his parents and younger siblings. He
wondered how they were doing now? "I gotta tell ya, stepping in here is relief; I know herbs and oils are sposed' to be helpful but all those kinds bundled
ta'gether in one tight cart, some of em do not work well together."
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Oct 26, 2016 21:35:12 GMT -6
Ívarra | Talori Craftsmen.
Flicking her ears in thought, she looked over the jars that were now being placed upon the shelves by some of her employees and she could only grin as a few of her patrons came rushing forward to get the weekly dose of smells that ranged from jasmine to mint, and they even picked up a few jars that carried plants and medical herbs within the containers. Business seemed to be going good and with the relief of having supplies washing over her, she could only help but beam as she listened to the younger equine talk, "Ah, yes." She chuckled at his comment on how all of the smells seemed to mix together to create some ungodly smell on his way to deliver her supplies, and she had to agree, there were somethings she'd never mix just because of the putrid smell that would erupt from it, "It does create something rather ungodly. I'm sure I have something to help with your head if you need it," She searched her way through the crates, looking for the jars of peppermint or even something made of lavender.
"You're more than welcome to take a jar," Letting the peppermint filled jar clink against the counter, her smile grew wider as she smiled down at him. Though she would never admit it too his face, Jala looked like someone who needed to experience the benefits of coming to the spa to unwind so maybe with her offer of the herbs he would fall in love with the way they could ease her headaches and any other sort of physical issues he was having with his mind and body. His hair could definitely use some work, and with the way he was talking, she was sure that carrying that cart had to do a number of his body. His poor bones and muscles must be aching she thinks as she twitches her tail in thought, shaking a few dark locks from the bun as her smile grows bigger.
"Feel free to stop by whenever you need it. A simple payment for being my hero," She chuckled as she went to grab a few more crates out of the cart. If there was one thing that Ívarra was good at it was helping others, and being over the top and dramatic when it came to somethings.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 16:15:33 GMT -6
JALA
"Oh, no, ma'am." He shook his head gently. "I think I'll be fine on my way back. Thanks though." While something to quell a potential
headache on the trip back did sound tempting, he felt more content to avoid taking in more sweet smelling scents for the day, as he had his
fair share. He felt more at home smelling the familiar fragrance of sea salt wafting from deeper within the bath house. Admittedly, Jala
was craving something more mild and savory at this time. Being overstimulated by sweet scents not only triggered his small headache but
made him deeply miss the seasoned vegetables and soups that his mother often made. Jala would have to find something from the market
to gnaw on later.
"Really?!" The stallion's ears keened up, and his mouth went slightly ajar at the offer of visiting. "But, ma'am, I just deliver things, ahm'
no different than any other horse--" He felt humbled, but the chance to visit this place again off work was very hard to resist. "--Well, I
mean, I've never really been to a bathhouse before..." He broke eye contact, now staring at the floor as he debated with himself. Everyone
liked a day to be a little pampered and he was no exception, but nor did he feel like he had earned a free day at the Spa--if that was what
she was offering. But then again, Jala was curious to see what a Spa day was really like and he did need some proper grooming. His own
barber skills had done a number on his mane and he was ashamed of that, and his little cottage's showerhead was simply not enough.
The warmth and the steam which rolled off from deep within the building beckoned to him.
"I might just take that offer someday. Ya know, when I'm not on work and I have a day off...In any case, thanks!" But as he spoke he
continued to lift some of the remaining jars in the cart. Now the little cart had been emptied now, though there was still one thing left
unfinished. He brings over the leather-backed booklet that he had left in the cart, and levitates it and a small pen alongside him. "Jus'
sign this so that my boss knows that you got the delivery safely."
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Nov 7, 2016 21:01:25 GMT -6
Ívarra | Talori Craftsmen.
"Please you can just call me Ívarra. I am not a ma'am," chuckling to herself as she watched the younger equine with bright blue eyes, feeling her lips twitch up into a smile she could only help but shove a spare bottle of lavender his way; after all, all of the guests had already grabbed with they needed and she could spare one little bottle, "Oh, Jala, I insist," She wasn't backing down without a fight as she listened to him spit out the next works with an eyebrow cocked up in thought.
Her jaw went slack as he stated on how he had never been to a proper bathhouse before and part of it didn't surprise her based off his appearance but it was never too late to get started, smiling even wider she cooed over how he was more than welcomed to stop by at any given time; after all carrying those heavy bottles filled with various liquids and herbs had to do a number on his back and shoulders. Twitching her ears back at the clip board in front of her, she quickly signed the document as she mumbled over all of the technicalities that came with ordering all of these supplies, but she reminded herself not to complain so much in front of the new delivery boy, seeing as that he would be visiting her rather often.
Clicking her tongue, she tilted her head to the side as she took in a deep breath as she tried to relax her muscles, the sounds of the guests starting to grow tired had now worked her back up into a frenzy as she closed her eyes and mumbled a small prayer that she would make it through the day, "Thank you Jala," She twitched her ears as she smiled brightly down at him, "Stop by any time you'd like- with or without a delivery."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 19:57:17 GMT -6
JALA
"Ivarra." The name rolled off of his tongue gently, and he tapped it to the roof of his mouth in thought. "Nice to meet
you, Ivarra. I 'spose I should be going, then!" The young stallion jostled the collar fastened around his neck. "I'd uh, rather
not keep my boss waiting." He turned and started making his way toward the entrance, so engrossed in his work that he
nearly forgot to make a parting goodbye.
"Oh," Jala swung his neck around. "And may our great mother bless you and all you do this day!" And the stallion continued
on to his cart, where he would set down the signed booklet and the empty crates and hook his tack back to the now empty
cart. He look forward to that the most--dragging nothing more than a practically weightless item back to his employer's office.
The stallion departed hastily, down the cobblestone slopes, into labyrinthian streets and talorian crowds--looking especially
forward to his remittance.
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Post by kawaiideadpool on Nov 22, 2016 22:41:36 GMT -6
Ívarra | Talroi Craftsmen.
Flicking her ears she watched noticed how much of a hurry the young stallion seemed to be in and it only made her chuckle as she looked him up and down. He seemed to be a good addition to the Talori society and it made her heart swell with pride as she knew her herd was doing well even after the craziness. Clicking her tongue in thought, she watched as he adjusted his collar and was almost out the door without even wishing her farewell but with the quick parting he gave her, an audible laugh left her lips.
"You too, Jala. May the Mother protect you from storms," She chuckled, as she watched from the entrance to her spa, her head cocked to the side as she waited for him to disappear from her sights before she turned back into her business. Oh, it was a nice little break from the chaos within her building but it wasn't long before her name being yelled across the room landed on her ears, and she was once again thrown into the stressful routine.
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Note: I'd love to start a new one. Sorry for such a late response, the holiday season has work going crazy for me.
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