Molly Cauldwell (wandering_molly) wrote in fairthreads, @ 2009-08-20 17:04:00 |
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Who: Molly, (Open)
What: Pleading for a job
Where: Madison's Pub
When: Afternoon
Rating: low
Status: Incomplete
In all of her adult life, Molly had never been so alone. She had arrived this morning in a new village where no one knew her. There was no Theo sitting, working at the desk. No Bran there to welcome her with a warm cup of soup and an evening of companionable conversation. She tried not to let that realization sink in too deeply. She knew that if she did, her tough exterior might crack. She hated to let herself cry, even if she was the only person in the room. Instead, she took stock of the items around her homey little place at the inn. Sometimes you can tell an awful lot about village by its furnishings, she reasoned.
Molly’s funds had started running low, so she had asked for the cheapest room available that could still afford her personal privacy. It was small but still nice. She was surprised but told herself that she shouldn’t have been. Some of these inland cities were like that. People had high expectations, not like at home.
She had to stop thinking like that, she chided. She went back to examining the furnishings in order to distract herself. By the bed was a heavy, wooden trunk. It was well made, but nothing fancy. No elaborate metalwork that would make the hinges ornate as well as practically unusable. Just simple, serviceable hinges. There were even a few nicks and scratches at the top that proved that this object had indeed been made for use. She decided she liked it. She thought about her dwindling funds. It was possible that the pub here could use a bit of help. Molly considered it. If there was a place in this city for a trunk like this, then maybe there’d be a place for her too. She took a deep breath and decided she’d go find out.
Molly’s courage failed her as she began to open the door to leave her room. A cavalry of hypothetical scenarios stampeded through her head, all of them ending badly. Maybe the people here did things differently. Maybe they didn’t have any positions open at the pub. Maybe they would and she’d only disappoint them. She couldn’t decide which would be worse. A little voice in the back of her head told her these people were too different, that she’d be laughed out of the village for wanting to stay. She missed having a place to belong. She was afraid of how much it would hurt to be rejected again. Maybe she should just move on; there would be other towns. She resumed walking as she considered it.
Molly hesitated again before she’d reached the entrance to the pub. In her mind’s eye, she could picture the scene within: the fire glowing happily, crowded tables, and clinking glasses. The idea soothed Molly. No place made her happier than a pub. Well, she reasoned, she could at least go and get a meal. Once she had eaten, then she could decide what she was going to do. Yes. That’s what she’d do. Mind made up, she pushed through the door.