“Linnea, Linnea!” Kalthara’s voice drew her attention toward the door. When she did not see the young child, she moved around the end of the bar and looked down.
Standing a few feet away, her unruly pink curls plastered to her head by the rain, was Kalthara. When she looked down the bar to where Linnea stood, leaning down to see her, Kalthara’s face broke out in a large grin and she spun, running down to her. Scooping the child up, Linnea could not help but to return the contagious smile.
“Can I assist you in some way, Kalthara?” Linnea asked. Before the child could answer, Linnea picked up a clean rag an
Linnea walked through her tiny, slightly dingy bar and wiped down all the countertops. Her rag was only damp, so as not to soak the dark wood. It also allowed her to walk on without drying the surface. As she moved through the room, she looked at the different faces, each a slightly different shade of green. Many had several piercings in their long, pointed ears. It seemed to be the new fashion. Linnea didn’t like pain enough to get more than two piercings. Still, she had to respect those who were capable of getting more. It made them look a little more resilient in her eyes.
With a sigh, she returned to her place behind the counter as