#ruby 001

It was a thankless job, but who else was going to do it?  Theodore thought to himself as he decided to go bug his sister while she was working.  Entering the store, he started going through a variety of little knickknacks until he found the mirror and a small little tower of different sunglasses.  “Damn you look good,” he said to himself, posing for himself with different expressions.  Lifting a pair of heart shaped glasses and found a feather boa to add to the assemble.  

“Wow, someone is really slacking right now on the job.”  He called out in a teasing manner.  “Um, so what do you think?  Do these sunglasses say Teddy?  Or what?”

Where: Kismet Harbor Market

When: February 2025

Tasked with grabbing some things for the restaurant, Riley had his music on full blast as he aimlessly perused the booths at the market. Being back home for a little over a month, he had settled into a nice groove as previous memories had come washing over him. He had run into old friends and acquaintances, catching up quickly as they each went along their way, it was nice to see familiar faces. However the next familiar face he saw was one that had been etched into his brain as a teenager, one he had longed for for years. Now that he saw it, he couldn't believe it, what were the odds of running into the one woman who he considered the be the true love of his life but hadn't seen in over a decade and a half? However he didn't register who it was until he had full bumped into said woman and almost spilled the contents of his basket onto her and the surrounding area."Shit, I'm sorry," he started to say as he bent down to pick up some vegetables that jumped ship. "Ru-, Ruby?" He asked as he stood back up, dusting the lap of his jeans off and placing the vegetables back into the basket. "Ruby Little?"

“I don’t remember so many new arrivals- maybe I should lay off the alcohol for a bit, huh?” Nails click on the glass bottled held in her hands before shrugging, tucking it away into her billowing sleeve where it miraculously stays in place. “I suppose now would be as good a time as any to become acquainted with a few more people.”

The pencil moves across the clean sheet of paper with surprising ability and speed, marking the white with black lines and dots and scribbles. Her mind is moving as fast as her hand, imagination running wild as her pictures come to life on the page. Pictures of treasure-loving dragons, ugly trolls, daring knights....even little girls who wield swords of their own.

She's too busy with her drawings that she doesn't notice the wind picking up. It whips her white hair around and snags her paper right from underneath her hand. Watches in absolute horror as it flies through the air and in seconds she's tripping off after it, her heart beating fast.

Minutes pass and suddenly the wind stops. The paper drops, drops drops, slipping right underneath a show.