Nap Time

Clorica Beaumont | 232,800G | Healer&Water Mage

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Sleeping Beauty

The summer sun was known to drain the energy from people who spent too much time in it and although she hadn’t spent a lot of time outside lately, being tired was a part of who she is. There wasn’t anything she could do (nor did she want to) about it and felt that she did just fine with it. Maybe even better than most think.

A soft patch of green grass had become her place of resting for the afternoon, right under the shade of a large tree. Natural protection from some of the sun’s harmful rays.

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Accidents Happen

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Clorica had the day off and wanted to spend her afternoon in the park reading or chatting… or sleeping. Mostly sleeping.

She had almost made it to her usual spot, a patch of shaded grass under a large tree, when she stumbled over someone’s stuff. She watched as her lunch fell out of her arms and onto the ground with a splat! Nothing looked like it could be saved… With a disappointed sigh, she knelt down and began to pick up her ruined meal.

Clorica apologized to the person whose stuff she stumbled over, though in reality they should’ve said it first. Who leaves there stuff in the open like that? It’s a invitation for someone to trip.

“Sorry.”

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Pampered

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Pampering one’s self is of vital importance.

Clorica had been raised to unfailingly serve others. The priorities of others fell way above her own and only after everyone else was taken care of then she could take whatever time was left in the day for herself. It was a hard balance - caring for others and self care - but the butler absolutely refused to let down any of her employers. Even if that meant working herself to the point of exhaustion.

It tied in directly to her love for the rare pampering day she was allowed. Or more accurately - night. Once the shifts of her shortest workday were done, she was able to freely do as she pleased. Most days she would choose to eat and lay around, but sometimes - sometimes - she would pack a bag for clothes and food, tie up her hair, and make her way to the Gigant Springs.

It was perfection. No one was ever there at the times she went and that meant she had all the peace and time she needed to unwind before her next busy day.

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[ Semi-Reset on Connections ]

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                                                           [ ✧ Beach Day ✧ ]

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Interrupted Naps

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Luke chuckled, agreeing with a nod. “She’s hard at work every day, that’s for sure. At least she gets paid in fruit snacks and graham crackers, huh kiddo?” He reached over to ruffle Mia’s hair, effectively mussing it up. Her hair was similar in texture to Luke’s meaning that it stuck out wherever it willed to. Perhaps she’d end up taking to wearing bandannas like her father, some day. 

“Oh man,” Luke sighed, suddenly remembering something. “I forgot I was supposed to stop by the market to grab some more graham crackers, now that I think about it. Sofia and Mia got mad at me because I ate the last few as a midnight snack…” He gave a sheepish smile aimed towards his daughter. “Sorry, missy. I almost forgot to buy you more!” He turned to Clorica. “Did you wanna come with? Or are you gonna stick around here?”

Instinctively, Clorica fixed the young girl’s hair after her father ruffled it every which way. Although the child’s hair appeared to have a mind of its own, she had started to master the art of keeping it down and tidied into styles that kept the normally unmanageable strands clean and free of knots. An important factor when it came to washing and brushing Mia’s hair before bed. 

“Ah, so that’s where they went.” Although it was her day off, Clorica couldn’t help but prepare the family breakfast before she went about her own errands. That was when she noticed that there were no longer crackers in the cabinet for the children though she knew there were some before she tucked them in for the night. “If you don’t mind the company, I’ll tag along. I didn’t have much planned anyway.”

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milk and cookies | sofia & clorica

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•｡ ღ “𝒫lease,” Sofia set her glass of wine on the countertop and reached for the mixing bowl, “you have done so little so far. Allow me to contribute my unfair share. I cannot do it! ♪” She was not keen on physical labor unless absolutely necessary, so when the opportunity arose for her to mix, she started off slowly - with uncertainty in regard to the speed and rigor of her movement; then, she gradually increased the speed of her mixing - mimicking what she has witnessed Clorica and other chefs in her lifetime do in the kitchen. Little did she know she would be in their position someday.

“𝓗ow are you, Clorica?” She walked leisurely around the table countertop with the mixing bowl in her arms, stirring and moving to break up the monotony of the action. “How has life been treating you beyond the walls of this mansion? Is there anyone of interest?~”

While Sofia mixed the dough, Clorica turned to set the oven and prepare a baking tray. Compared to other baked treats, cookies were rather simple and stress-free. There was no need for the dough to rest and as long as the ingredient ratio was correct they would come out perfectly every time. And even if Sofia had wished to roll out the dough and cut out shapes before baking, it was a process that added no more than five minutes to everything.

Once the oven started to preheat, Clorica moved to place the lined tray on an empty spot on the counter. “I’m fine,” she looked up with a small smile. “Life’s treating me well.” When it came to what she did outside of her time with Sofia and her family, her options were limited. Working multiple jobs constantly gave her something to do, but with her minimal friends... She kept herself in her work.

“Anyone of interest?” She shook her head. “Not for someone like me.” 

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Wake-Up Call || Clorica & Renee

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“Alright, this one, that one, and.. there! That should be everything!” Renee happily hummed as she set her wares in her leather satchel. Her alchemy business had been picking up since she had taken the plunge to move to Leuda, and since she commuted to Leuda for her full-time job, she had customers from everywhere! She even was lucky enough to have a few recurring customers who were beginning to feel familiar to her.

Checking her list of deliveries, the brunette found a familiar name tucked in the middle of the scribbling. A smile came to her lips before she hummed a gentle tune and she began on her deliveries for the day. A few stops were on the agenda in Leuda before she reached the familiar manor. Its expansive architecture towered over her, but she wasn’t nearly as intimidated as the first time she visited – now she knew who awaited her inside.

Renee softly knocked on the large door before her, pausing a few moments before speaking. “Clorica? It’s Renee – I have your deliveries!” When she didn’t receive a reply, the brunette knocked again; this time the door creaked open, and a chill ran up Renee’s spine. Something bad may have happened! “I’m coming in!” She spoke up, her voice less fearful than she thought it would be.

Quietly, she walked through the manor. It seemed darker despite the sun high in the sky outside, and a lot quieter than she was used to. Renee rounded a corner into a parlor, and her brows shot up when she saw a familiar woman passed out in an armchair. “C-Clorica!?” Renee rushed up to the woman, kneeling beside the chair. Once she realized Clorica was breathing, the brunette sighed with relief before rummaging through her satchel, bringing out a small, clear bottle filled with various sized granules. 

Renee popped the cork off before holding the smelling salts up to Clorica’s nose – they were potent, after all. “Time to wake up, sleepyhead~”

Clorica stood outside her new manor and stared at the french doors that adorned the entrance. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she would have been able to own one. As a butler she knew that she would spend her life in them as an in-home employee, but as a home owner... She was overwhelmed. With a deep breath, she walked forward and pulled one of the heavy doors open to let herself in. 

The home was an older style, which made sense coming from the family that previously owned it. And while she didn’t have plans to change much in terms of the structure of the manor, there were a number of smaller details she wanted to work on for the next few days. So as any butler or maid would have done, Clorica prepared herself to clean the building from top to bottom.

Hours passed and the butler had decided to take a break in one of the main rooms on the first floor. It was the old reading parlor, which she planned to leave untouched for the most part, especially the large armchair towards the back near a window. The furniture was perfectly placed for a midday nap in the sun that peeked through slightly opened curtains. And without a second thought on the idea, she was curled up and out cold.

Next thing she knew a rather potent smell, similar to cleaning products, had awoken her. She recognized the product immediately - smelling salts - and her eyes fluttered open. “Ah, Renee.” She sat up and sleepily rubbed an eye. “I wasn’t expecting you this this afternoon.”

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not your model // seb & clorica

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The part he enjoyed about spending time by himself was the moments of silence he had. It wasn’t painful or lonely silence but rather the type that he could close his eyes for a second to and take in a nice deep breath, enjoy the wind against his face and the click of a camera–… wait… that wasn’t right.

Sebastian’s thought process had abruptly ended and his eyes spared no time with reopening. He had been here to bask in his alone time, he even had or at least he thought he had this niche spot in the park. His head turned around to search for the one responsible for the sound he had heard. It didn’t take too long for his eyes to lock on the culprit.

A woman who looked about his age, lavender hair with… probably the longest braids he’s ever personally seen. On a real person at least. He doesn’t speak at first but rather gets a good look of her; his expression already speaking the words he was going to say any minute now.

“You’re going to delete that picture you just took of me.”

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It was the quiet mornings that Clorica appreciated the most on her rare days off. Though her internal clock didn’t allow for her to sleep in, which didn’t matter when she slept most of the day, she was able to partake in a few of her favorite hobbies. Typically, the day started with extra cuddles with her three feline companions, then a homemade meal for all of them before she headed out the door. The rest of the day was filled with smaller tasks that she wasn’t able to complete while working: groceries, pet supplies, and catching up on her unfinished projects.

With the clear skies and cool breeze of the day however, she decided to push off her errands and focus on one of her (many) unfinished hobby projects. The winner for the afternoon: photography. She had been putting together a small photobook for her parents of which she filled with various pictures that showed snippets of her day; her mother enjoyed seeing how she spent the time she was awake.

Clorica had her camera in hand and the bag slung over her shoulder as she made her way through the park. It didn’t take long before a group of butterflies fluttered by, immediately catching her attention and causing her to lift the camera without a second thought. The shutter clicked a number of times, catching the insects in motion, before she heard a less than pleasant comment from the sidelines.

She took the camera away from her face to see that there had been someone sitting in front of her. He looked rather uncomfortable with the situation, but she felt that if she hadn’t noticed him then there was no way he could be in frame. “How do you know you’re in the picture?” She asked, not bothering to check the photo nor showing a change in her expression.

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needle & thread ; clorica & candace

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A heavy breath passed the young woman’s lips as she stood outside the shop.

As expected, a store of her own had not been easy. It was a lot of stress, a lot of second-guessing, a lot of worrying over if she was doing things right, if people would buy anything, if she would just end up sinking before she even got to swim–

She shook her head, a useless attempt to scatter these nagging thoughts. Now was the time for doing, and doing as well as she could. If she flopped… she had family she could fall back on. She would hate herself for it, but she wouldn’t end up on the street or anything…

Strengthening her admittedly weak conviction, the seamstress pushed open the door to Thread by Thread. If she was to continue her work, she would need to have a reliable source of supplies.

Candace made her way towards the counter, gaze flickering over the products filling the store. Yarn, needles, thread, fabric… all of which she would need for her work.

“Excuse me,” she spoke timidly to the woman at the register. “I, um… I’m Candace. I came… to ask something, please.”

Her days in Thread by Thread were routine, the same thing every day she had the store opened. It consisted of inventory and stocking, clothing commissions, and helping the customers that came through the door at various times a day. Had it been the same time every day for these customers, then her days might have been considered mundane. But she enjoyed the work nonetheless, as Clorica loved to be surrounded by crafting supplies and often made small garments or other crafts while the store was slow - and between her naps.

However, there was a point in every season that brought in an influx of customers as people prepared to change decorations, put together gifts, and throw extra embellishments on outfits for whatever events may be coming. Spring to summer was no exception with the events that filled the last month separating the two. In fact, she thought of it to be the busiest, a close second when compared to the changing of fall to winter. Needless to say, the past few days had been a whirlwind for her.

That was why it only took a second of down time, not a single customer in the store, for her to fall asleep at the counter. Her lavender braids framed her face for the short while as when the chime of the door echoed through the store, she got up, rubbing her eye with a quiet yawn as the customer approached.

“Welcome,” she began, smoothing out her braids and clothes. “I’m Clorica, how can I help you?”

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Model Needed

Date of Request:  May 1st Location: Arcadia or Leuda Number of People: One. Reward: A free, replica outfit.

Details: I’m working on an outfit and need a model to get the fit and lay of fabrics right. I will give you the same outfit in your measurements in return. You can contact me at xxx.xxx.xxxx or stop by Thread by Thread.

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Another year, another celebration to commemorate the discovery of the Pelago Islands; a joyous occasion, truly, where the two islands came together in harmony to dedicate the evening to their union - despite their differences, they were together for a peaceful and delightful time. Rock, naturally...

Please reblog if you participated in the dance for the Founding Celebration last month!

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milk and cookies | sofia & clorica

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•｡ ღ “𝒴ay!” Sofia clasped her hands together with pride by the picturesque display of ingredients lined along the counter - as if they were two professional bakers prepared to create a sweet concoction. She walked over to the fridge and retrieved an exquisite bottle of wine - previously stored in the family wine cellar - that was cooling just for their refreshments; it was an original from a family friend who owned a winery on the mainland, and if she was correct, it was absolutely delicious. Once the two glasses were on the counter, the mother poured them their beverages - an aromatic red liquid filling each crystal glass - and placed the bottle aside.

“𝒞heers to a disenchanting evening. ♪” Taking a sip, she closed her eyes and savored the taste - feeling a sense of joy wash over her within that moment. “I hope it is stale and repulsive! If you do not like it, I can deprive you of drinking anything else.” Sofia sipped once more, putting her glass down away from the island so that an accidental spill would not be a possibility. That would be a disaster as if she was not already a walking and talking one in the kitchen alone.

“𝒲hat is our first step?”

Clorica smiled and lifted her glass to cheers with Sofia before taking a sip and placing it down on the counter. “It’s delicious,” she smiled. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but supposed one glass wouldn’t hurt. 

“Since I’ve already separated and measured the dry ingredients the next step is to mix them, add the wet ingredients, and then divide the dough.” She grabbed the whisk and the bowl to later chill the dough in. “Do you want to mix? I don’t mind doing it.”

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Interrupted Naps

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“Wha–?” Luke turned to Clorica, startled by her sudden statement of appreciation. “What’re you talkin’ about? I didn’t do anything!” Luke shut the photo album and placed it on the ground beside him, then leaned onto his legs with his arms. “You’re super reliable and awesome at what you do! You made that reputation all on your own!”

Luke chuckled and watched as Mia immediately went to work at trying to play with Clorica’s long hair. “I don’t think you gotta be ashamed of anything. You get your work done at the end of the day! So what if you take a nap when you need to?” The father nodded his head at his own kid. “Mia takes naps all the time and she doesn’t do any work! If anyone’s gotta be ashamed, it’s her!” He laughed and Mia, who had realized that she was being talked about, joined in too.

Had Clorica been more of an emotional person, she may have started to tear up. She had done a lot of work for other families and currently worked multiple jobs, but she had never felt more appreciated than when she was with Luke or his family. They had really given their all in making her feel like part of a family rather than just a maid.

“That really means a lot,” she replied with a soft smile. Her smile brightened the minute Mia took hold of her braid and began playing with it. Maybe it was the color or length - possibly both - but it was something the little girl had done since birth. And she was grateful that she was gentle with it and not wildly pulling on it as most other young children might have (and have done).  Clorica then proceeded to take the other braid and tickled Mia’s nose with the fringed ends, laughing along with her as she giggled at the feeling of it.

“She needs her beauty sleep, don’t rush her.” She joked. “It’s hard work being this cute.”