It was going to be a busy day, Lee thought to herself as she flipped through the orders she had yet to complete, a stack of finished projects at her right just waiting to be shipped off. Her Father hadn't needed her help today so she remained in her own shop, the brightly painted sign swinging in the breeze, the tinkling of silver bells mixing in with the laughter of children in the streets. Lee looked out of the large shop window, giving herself a minute to take in the good weather before standing and setting the orders down. Turning she headed to the back of the shop, looking for the materials she'd need. This particular customer had requested something quite specific and Lee hoped that she'd be able to capture what it was they wanted. Often times, people did that. Just came to her with an idea and asked her to put it on fabric for them to wear. It was both humbling and flattering to sometimes see people walk around in her work, or have it hung up for the public to see. This particular piece required a large variety of blue thread and Lee realized as she looked through the thousands of spools, that she was running low on one specific shade of blue. Raging waters couldn't possibly be properly illustrated without ever every shade of blue present. It simply wouldn't do, Lee thought as she shook her head. She'd either have to head to the market or call on someone to deliver it to her.
But work needed to be started nonetheless. So Lee grabbed the pincushion of needles, an appropriately long strip of dark grey material and headed towards the front of her shop. She always loved working outside under the sun rather than inside where, while it was cool, she felt a bit isolated. Sitting down, Lee threaded the needle with navy thread and began working, rolling the sleeves of her white blouse up to her elbows. The needle slipped in and out easily as she sang an old song her mother used to sing, not caring if people on the street heard her loud and clear. "[color=00aeef]In a light, silken white tent, on an embroidered rug, I'm alone. I sit and sing here. Singing to the tune of old-times. Ah... Lullaby, sleep tight. Winds won't breathe now, don't you worry. Creatures sleep, and birds are tired. Sleeping warriors and children. Sleep, oh mountains, sleep, oh rivers. Ah...Lullabye, sleep tight.[/color]"