Bundled up against the cold, Saffron started her trek to her favorite bakery. Wait, no. Best go about getting the supplies for the printer first. She didn’t have to change directions - the bakery was just a few residences away from Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop, but she nonetheless did a small dance in place - stopped in her tracks, took a step to the left, shook her head then continued down the path - as she changed the order of plans in her mind. Letting out a little laugh to herself at how silly that must have looked to onlookers, Saffy kept her pace and simply enjoyed the walk down into Woodcroft Plaza.
She took her sweet time there. As eager as she was to get new drawing supplies - was there anything so thrilling as a new quill? No, there certainly was not. - it wouldn’t do her overstimulation any good if she rushed there and back only to feel as if she had to escape home again. She loved her sister, but Tess in a tizzy was something she had to take in small doses sometimes.
Outside the Three Broomsticks, she saw the proprietress, Mrs. Honeycutt charming a broom to sweep the step of fallen leaves and she raised a hand in greeting. The older witch flagged her down to a stop, wanting to talk to her about a recent order she’d put into the print shop. Luckily Saffy had brought her satchel with her and quickly got out a scrap of parchment to write down the notes to relay to Deck, Tess or whoever was working when she got back. Having settled that affair, Mrs. Honeycutt bade Saffron farewell and headed back into the pub & inn. Saffy enjoyed the brief woosh of warm air her exit provided before picking up her pace to hurry to Scrivenshaft’s; this time, not because she wanted to save time, but because standing in the cold with Mrs. Honeycutt had caused a few of her toes to start to go numb.
As she approached the threshold of the store, Saffy stomped her boots on the mat outside, both in an attempt to rid her boots of any dirt they’d collected, and to goad some feeling back into her exterior limbs before she pushed the door open and inhaled the smell of fresh parchment, ink and quills.
She took her sweet time there. As eager as she was to get new drawing supplies - was there anything so thrilling as a new quill? No, there certainly was not. - it wouldn’t do her overstimulation any good if she rushed there and back only to feel as if she had to escape home again. She loved her sister, but Tess in a tizzy was something she had to take in small doses sometimes.
Outside the Three Broomsticks, she saw the proprietress, Mrs. Honeycutt charming a broom to sweep the step of fallen leaves and she raised a hand in greeting. The older witch flagged her down to a stop, wanting to talk to her about a recent order she’d put into the print shop. Luckily Saffy had brought her satchel with her and quickly got out a scrap of parchment to write down the notes to relay to Deck, Tess or whoever was working when she got back. Having settled that affair, Mrs. Honeycutt bade Saffron farewell and headed back into the pub & inn. Saffy enjoyed the brief woosh of warm air her exit provided before picking up her pace to hurry to Scrivenshaft’s; this time, not because she wanted to save time, but because standing in the cold with Mrs. Honeycutt had caused a few of her toes to start to go numb.
As she approached the threshold of the store, Saffy stomped her boots on the mat outside, both in an attempt to rid her boots of any dirt they’d collected, and to goad some feeling back into her exterior limbs before she pushed the door open and inhaled the smell of fresh parchment, ink and quills.