If there was any better omen for his new shop, Tal didn't know what it was. He paused to watch the tumsea along with the ladies, shading his eyes as he whistled in appreciation at the cheerful-looking life-turtle. "Hail, it's pretty cute," he admitted, right before realizing he had to make a grab for Boreal's horns to stop the friendly dragon from trying to bound into the sea to say hello. "Oh no you don't--!"
He managed to wrangle the dragon back down and by the time she had settled again the tumsea was gone. Soh and Ray were already at work so he figured he better get moving, too!
Sohalia had to work to pry the boards off the windows. The wood was old and warped with humidity and saltwater and swelled around their nails, but with some serious elbow grease and tenacity she was able to finally strip the last slat away! ...only to reveal that many of the smaller panes beneath were cracked or broken anyways.
Tal, meanwhile was handling the awkward, heavy lifting of shifting the old furniture down from the second floor. It looked like it had once been an office of sorts but had since ended up a place to shove broken and unwanted furniture from the previous tenants. He wrestled it all down, piece by piece, and started sorting out what could be repaired and what could go to the beach bonfires.
Ray was a hard worker and she attacked the dust with a will and admirable determination! As it turned out, though, it wasn't the cobwebs that were the problem. It was the trio of mice that jumped out of their hiding place beneath the shop's little counter and went fleeing in three different directions when she sneezed!
One headed for a small hole in the corner, one headed for the stairs, and one headed for the shadows of the shelving that had once held the previous shop's inventory.
Round 2!
Drop everything and get those mice out of there!
He managed to wrangle the dragon back down and by the time she had settled again the tumsea was gone. Soh and Ray were already at work so he figured he better get moving, too!
Sohalia had to work to pry the boards off the windows. The wood was old and warped with humidity and saltwater and swelled around their nails, but with some serious elbow grease and tenacity she was able to finally strip the last slat away! ...only to reveal that many of the smaller panes beneath were cracked or broken anyways.
Tal, meanwhile was handling the awkward, heavy lifting of shifting the old furniture down from the second floor. It looked like it had once been an office of sorts but had since ended up a place to shove broken and unwanted furniture from the previous tenants. He wrestled it all down, piece by piece, and started sorting out what could be repaired and what could go to the beach bonfires.
One headed for a small hole in the corner, one headed for the stairs, and one headed for the shadows of the shelving that had once held the previous shop's inventory.
Round 2!
Drop everything and get those mice out of there!
