Blucini lifts her head and looks around her. Everything looks unfamiliar: the walls, her bed, the whole room.
That’s right, she thinks, I’ve left everyone I knew and loved behind to try to make it out here and escape.
But sometimes I wonder if the problem is actually me. If that’s the case, no amount of running will solve it.
She puts on her uniform (pressed last night with the hot iron) and begins a quick once-over of the shelves. Nothing out of place. That wouldn’t be hard, since no one was really coming inside.
I need to think of a way to advertise my store.
At two passes before noon, her new friends Frell and Nina show up to have breakfast with her. Blue already has the eggs cracked and the pan hot. Her friends bring over their omelette ingredients: fish for Frell, carrots for Nina. Blucini is having fish with her egg too.
She cooks their orders and Nina sets the plates on the small dining table in Blue’s bedroom. As they eat, Blucini shares her thoughts on the lack of advertising.
“I’m not much of an artist,” she admits.
“That doesn’t mean you can’t hire one,” Nina says.
Frell looks around wide-eyed at the empty store, like she only just noticed. “With what money?”
Blucini shrugs laconically.
“My roommate back in college was quite the artist,” Nina added.
“What did she draw?”
“Hmm. I’m not selling people here, though.”
“People are difficult to draw; I’m sure she could draw your potions and artifacts without a problem. I’ll get in touch with her and see if she’s looking for work.”