#FFxivWrite2023 - Day 20: Hamper
A literalist would look at the workroom and see hampers full of fabrics—silks, leathers, heavy cotton and hemp, fine linen, felt, warm woolen knits, and more. They would see the baskets of threads and yarns, pins and ribbons. Boxes of finishings and findings to fasten, to adjust, to embellish. Patterns filed in drawers or spread on tables, garments in various stages of progress on mannequins or hanging on racks.
A more optimistic person might see the possibilities. There was enough here for rugged work clothes, luxurious evening wear, and perhaps even some light armor. This place had all the ingredients to assemble a more than respectable boutique. What creations might come forth from this place?
A merchant would see the profits. Though the fabrics varied in value, none could be faulted for their quality. With the world’s trade lines beginning to open up, and the nations mounting recoveries from the recent near-calamity, there was certainly going to be plenty of demand.
Tataru Taru saw a way to change the world.
She saw how she could provide displaced refugees with rewarding, gainful employment and community. She saw how she could outfit adventurers striving to protect the realm. She envisioned how that could allow her to fund and invest in the group of heroes she had the most faith in of all.
She saw in this room the culmination of lifelong dreams and ambitions. She saw her place, her purpose, her strength; the things she could lend to the causes she believed in. She saw ways to show her love to her dearest friends and allies. And—though she herself suspected it was a bit silly—she could continue to hide away those blood pearl charms in the gear intended especially for them. It was what she could do to see them safely home. She liked to think it worked.
And profit.
She definitely also saw profit.
But no one seemed to begrudge her that.
