The mage woke to beams of light gleaming through her window. She groggily sat up and rubbed her eyes. When she looked out the window, her heart fluttered a little. Though her vision was still a bit blurry from having just woken up, there was no denying the fact that it had snowed during the night. It must have happened not too long after she fell asleep, for there was too much on the ground for it to have happened much later. She imagined that some folks would need help shoveling their sidewalks. If a situation came across like the day before, there was little Kerii could do to stop herself from aiding someone, but she planned on taking a request. An official request from the board at the guildhall. After getting ready for the day and bundling up, Kerii made her way out the dormitory. She successfully passed the apartment complexes without needing to stop and help anyone. Just like any normal day, she made it to the guildhall without stopping as well. Not even pausing to say hello or get a drink, the elf walked up to the request board. Dozens of flyers were up there, rewards ranging from small to very generous. She was going to pick a more lucrative job, when one by Granny Betty was put out. Now that her apartment was clean, she now wanted someone to help decorate it. Though the healer had little experience in interior design, she felt obligated to finish what she started. Besides, how hard could it be? She ended up rearranging her own room in an aesthetically pleasing fashion. The only difference was, Kerii started with furniture. Granny Betty didn't. Well, she did have some that was worse for wear, but Kerii highly doubted that she was keeping it if she wanted someone to help redecorate. If the sweet old lady really wanted to impress her friends, she would have to have the whole interior redesigned. Some ideas were already starting to come to mind, but before Kerii started cementing any ideas, she would have to consult with her client first. She would hate to already have an idea fixed in her mind, only for the woman to dislike it. Already liking the prospect of this request more and more, the Lamia Scale mage tore the flyer off the board and started to make her way towards Granny Betty's apartment.
WC: 511/1000