something in the wind

Sally Finkelstein seamstress/designer although I'd like to join the crowd in their enthusiastic cloud try as I may, it doesn't last...

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hairlikestarlightx:

the small hatter wasn’t really paying attention. she was thinking about the next hat she would make, who it would suit, how she would “breathe” life into it. . with bags filled with cleaning items she moved down the street rather absently. it’s why she didn’t noticed her bag handle breaking or her bag getting caught and ripping, dropping her things all over the fall. her face turned red and sophie sort of shrunk down as she tried to mumble an apology for dropping the things in the street but it came out like a stutter.

The second she saw the contents of the bag go spilling everywhere Sally had rushed over to help. The poor brunette seemed to be embarrassed by the whole thing and she felt her sympathy rise. “It’s no problem. We’ll have this picked up in no time.” She was scooping things up as quickly as she could. “I don’t think your bag is beyond repair if it’s any consolation.” 

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sunhaul:

«  don’t worry, i’ve got your… thing!  »  he wasn’t exactly sure what it was, only seeing a blur suddenly fly into the tree right above him. given his stature, it wasn’t much of a problem for maui to reach up and grab it. in fact, it almost seemed too easy. hand wrapped around the foreign object only to pull it down, his eyes locked with the person, smug smile curled against his lips.  «  not the first time i’ve had to get something like this you know       –      i’ve saved kids climbing way too high from falling and kittens too!  »  though he was known for often reciting stories a little too extravagant for the mild suburban life, this was was definitely not wrong and he wasn’t afraid to boast about it. humbleness simply was not a word used in maui’s dictionary.

OPEN.

Sally had been so lost in her sketching that she’d failed to notice the wind had began picking up. When she lifted her elbow to roll her shoulders and relieve some of the tension that had settled there the paper she was writing on went flying away instantly. It had been discouraging to see it land high above her in the tree, but suddenly someone had come to her rescue. She only felt mildly wary. “Thank you very much. It would have been so tedious to start that one all over again.”

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Hey everyone, I’m Gemma and this is Sally! She just recently returned to Avenir after graduating from fashion design school. Here’s some more info about her under the cut!

Sally's mother died in childbirth, leaving her heartbroken and overprotective father to raise their daughter on his own. The pain of losing his wife made him paranoid and fearful of the same thing happening to Sally.

She was homeschooled and only allowed to leave the house on occasional outings accompanied by her father. Despite her love for him, by the time she reached her teens Sally began rebelling, constantly sneaking out regardless of all the times she was caught and punished.

After secretly submitting samples and applying to a number of fashion schools, she was accepted to several and offered a full scholarship to two. Sally left home and never looked back.

She graduated in three years and moved back home to start her career. Despite returning home she and her father do not have a great relationship, hardly ever speaking and really only seeing one another on holidays. It's difficult for her, but she knows that her freedom is something she cannot compromise.

Her prolonged isolation growing up has made Sally a little shy and reserved around others. Despite her more timid demeanor she is still honest and passionate about her beliefs, and will come out of her shell if something provokes her, for better or for worse.

She loves sewing and designing, and can often be seen around town with her sketchbook out, working on her latest creation.