Soft & Still

Chapter 8

The sun had just begun to rise; the sounds of the night that (Y/N) enjoyed listening to so much had begun to fall to the sounds of hustle and bustle that control the day. Sleep the night before hadn't been the easiest for (Y/N) with the pending worry concerning this order having been left to rest uneasily in her sub-conscious.

Taking one long blink of her eyes followed by blinks in rapid succession, (Y/N) found the sun particularly blinding this morning as she tried to wake up. Maybe that was because the summer months were just beginning and the days were getting longer. She wasn't sure in her dozed and dreary state.

(Y/N) reached over and grabbed the glass of water on her nightstand and took a long swig of the room temperature drink that she hoped would wash down the worries bubbling up from her chest. "Ah..." (Y/N) said in a whirl of being refreshed yet stressed, "This would have worked better if it was cold..." she said quirking the corner of her lip and furrowing her brows as she looked at the bottle with disdain. Sighing she replaced the bottle on her nightstand and one leg followed by the other was placed over the side of the bed. She used her hands to push herself up and out and began walking over to her armoire. She knew dressing well was important for today since she had to go and purchase the high-end fabrics for the stuffy and its matching clothes.

Tired eyes gazed at the clothes within the doors of the armoire finding none of them to be particularly equal to the mood she was in today. She leaned her head back and groaned before just grabbing some dress. It didn't particularly matter for shopping purposes per say. Since she wasn't wanting to wear any of her clothes, she settled for just anything.

A spritz of perfume and a tap of the toe of the shoe to make sure it was on properly was all that was left before (Y/N) was up and out the door. Stopping at every location, she took her time observing and going into each of the fabric shops taking note of possible fabrics that could do what she wanted.

A little more than three hours had passed as (Y/N) crossed the threshold of the umpteenth shop, taking her time with each fabric to get to know its basic properties. One after another was passed up in favor of one only slightly better than the last until she was a little past the halfway mark of the shelf. Reaching out her hand she took the fabric into her hand and immediately the texture caught her attention. The weave was clean and strong, yet the fabric itself bent easily and draped gloriously across her arm when placed on it. A scoff-like laugh came out of her mouth as (Y/N) looked at the fabric with a keen well-trained eye.

"Finally," She breathed out the whispery word. She removed the roll off of the rack and brought it to the front of the store, requested the yardage that she would need for the stuffed animal and waited for it to be cut happy that she had finally get what she needed to start. In a previous shop she had found a lovely (F/C) patterned fabric that also looked and draped very good.

As the shop keep returned with her requested amount, (Y/N) already had her wallet out and hand poised to take out what she needed to pay with. Her plan was to use the money she had earned from her sale for Madame Rochelle to pay for the necessities of this bear as well. However, when the shop keep said the price of the fabric (Y/N) shuddered. She had enough, but the cost was still exorbitant and slightly painful.

(Y/N) wondered if she would have enough for the buttons she had in mind for the eyes. Walking out of the store and to purchase the other fabric she had her heart set on, she pushed the prices out of her mind.

Fabrics in hand and a disappointed expression on her face, (Y/N) was walking back to her house without the buttons she wanted; apparently, they had been sold earlier that day and would be out of stock for the rest of this year's upcoming fall fashion scene because some designer had bought the right to use those specific buttons. The clerk was familiar with (Y/N) and so he was kind enough to explain all of this to her to keep her from keeping her hopes up in being able to use them for her project.

(Y/N) had already made it back to her house and had dropped off the fabrics and other miscellaneous items she had purchased for the project before falling onto her bed with a 'fwomp'. This didn't last long as she swung her legs in the air using the propulsion to bring her back to her feet with an idea. She was going to go look around one of the town squares in her section of the city. On occasion they would have some really good items that rivaled even that of their more expensive counterparts.

Her idea proved to be a stroke of brilliance as she found some buttons that worked perfect with the shade that she was asked to match the eyes to in the request letter. Thus, armed with each necessary part of the stuffed animal, (Y/N) set out to work.

It wasn't easy and took five days to reach completion due to the quality checks she had to do because of her clients' high priority in the nation but it was truly her finest work to date. Smiling at the stuffed bear, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel her eyes burn from exhaustion and true relief that she was finally finished with this project.

She picked up and hugged it close to her body enjoying the comfort that it brought her before placing back onto the desk and putting the cutest little (F/C) outfit on it. Pride swelled in her chest and she decided to take it to the place specified tomorrow once she had finally gotten a decent night's rest.

With resolve to finally sleep well, she put the bear in the box. Pausing, she looked into the box and stopped moving her hands. (Y/N) tilted her head at the bear and felt a little sad to put it away so soon and so she took it out and left it on her desk for the night telling herself she would properly pack it in the morning. 

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A little filler never hurt anyone (except me because I want the interesting stuff to happen, but I don't want to rush it and then be sad that this book wasn't as in depth as I wanted it to be)!