Customer Service (Kenna, Caedence, Osvald)

[Kenna Sigmundr]

Time and Date:: 10th December, midmorning
Weather:: Cold
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Kenna grabbed her coat as she prepared to leave; she’d kind of underestimated just how much Sven ate. She just assumed she just needed to double her food supply. But nope, he was a guy after all, meaning that her cupboards were already bare. The blacksmith finally finished putting on all of her warm clothes and left for the bakery, Fenrir sitting on her shoulder, leaning slightly into her face, meaning she could feel his warmth.

Sven had gone off to do his usual dragonologist thing. He was trying to do what he could before the local dragons left for their half of the Snogtoggle traditions. Kenna walked through the village until she got to the bakery. As she entered she bathed slightly in the heat of coming from the ovens on the other side of the room and the smell of freshly cooked bread. She smiled, seeing Caedence standing behind the counter, and walked forwards the young baker, “Good morning Miss Weostan,” Kenna nodded her, she then leaned to the side slightly to better positon her head for the doorway to the kitchen next door, “Morning Girls!” she called out her friends in the other room. Kenna’s visit was as much a gossip meeting as it was a restocking.

[Caedence Weostan]

It was yet another normal morning for Caedance. She awoke with the sun, leaving the house just as the rest of her family began to open their eyes. She made her way to the Bakery, where the other women had just started the days work. "Good morning!" she greeted the others cheerily as she tied on an apron. Soon she was busy at work measuring, mixing, and kneading. It didn't take long for everything to feel warm. The shop was quickly filled with the smell of freshly baked goods, the scent was enough to temp any viking into their doors.

Soon after the first batch was finished, customers began to arrive. "I'll take the front today" Caedence volunteered, eager to prove herself. Although she'd been working here for quite some time, she was by several years the youngest and hoped the gain the respect of her coworkers despite this. Managing the front could be a tough- you had to be quick and make smart trades, but when she did a good job of it, she was praised highly. She took her spot behind the counter, head held high and addressed the waiting customers, taking their orders.

The morning was going smoothly. They reached a point where business slowed and Caedence turned to arrange the shelves behind her, making the front look nice and neat. Hearing the door open, she turned and smiled at the incoming customer. Kenna Sigmundr, the town's most popular blacksmith, walked in and greeted her. "Morning, Miss Sigmudr!" she replied brightly. She was a regular customer and well-acquainted with the other bakers.

Before Caedence could ask what she could get for her, she called back to the others, who quickly left their posts and crowded the counter, already deep in conversation with the blacksmith. This was pretty common. Caedence hung back, leaning against the counter far on the other side, picking up whatever snippets of the gossip she could. These conversations were something she wanted to be a part of but never something she felt invited to participate in. She was still a few years their minor and would hate to intrude on married women's sacred conversation.

[Kenna Sigmundr]

Kenna and her friends chatted for a good few minutes, talking about some of the different things they’d been hearing over the past few days. Who the new foreign blood was, possible affairs between fishermen and farmer’s daughters, the escapades and shipping of certain teenagers, that sort of thing.

“So, what’s living with that dragon watcher like?” one of the women finally asked Kenna, “do I hear the sound of wedding bells in the future?”

“Dragonologist,” Kenna instinctively corrected, laughing slightly awkwardly at the question, “and noooooooooo. Sven’s staying with me while he’s getting his strength back.”

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy it when his strength is back.”

Kenna froze in a false annoyed face as the one of the other ladies said that, the others giggling. Kenna turned to her, “raise your hand if you’re not jealous.” There was a dead silence with slight shifting of looks, “precisely.”

The first woman chimmed in again, “You need to get round to it one day Kenna. At this rate Caedence will be married before you, and she hasn’t even got someone yet.” Kenna looked back to Caedence at that comment. She saw that as a low jab at both of them. Kenna was sort of used to the ‘oh you should be married by now, you’re on the shelf now” spiels from her friends, but she did kind of which they would stop at some point.