"I'm a hard worker, and my hard work deserves.... uhh..!"
Her words dried up in her throat.
Seste was in her room, looking at herself in a mirror. It was a warm day on the Trading Post; the sun was shining, the breeze was crisp, and Seste had been doing a lot of thinking.She'd been keeping busy on the island, and even over on Lon Lon Island too. Odd jobs, chores, any little task she could get for pay, she had been taking them all. She'd managed to make herself a decent bit of money and was living within her means, even if that meant not really spending beyond the bare essentials of survival. Settling in to this new life, figuring out who she