A thumbtack's delight.
The half elf was busy at work, hands flying between jagged and dulled pieces of dirtied glass shards, their grime being scrubbed at by the filthy rag she had in her calloused hands. Cuts and scrapes lined the palms and inner webbing of her hands and as she worked, they doubled in number. Piles littered her wooden floor, miniscule pieces threatening to dig into her heel as she stepped around like a drunken ballerina. Half was correct. She had the drunken part downpat but lacked any and all traces of grace that she once had. Her fingers were no longer trained in the meticulous nitpicking of inner clockwork but instead much more accustomed to the hard and dulled wood of an ale mug. For now, she was busy smearing paint over a section of the discarded glass she had "borrowed" from the nearby smith. Not that it would be missed, this scrap metal was often given to the lanky woman who trudged around with her hand open to hope that someone's trash would become her treasure. Her feet slapped the ground as she made it to her kitchen, a safe space from the rest of the chaotic household. A flash of black darted over the counter towards her, claws reaching in the air and tugging at her shirt. The 6'4 elf looked down to her feline who was now tasked with trying to free itself from Taj's clothes.
"Ya fat cat- 'ye told ya ta stahp doin' tha' shit ta ma clothes! Hrrmph."
An irritated huff had her hands reaching and pulling the cat up to be face to face. Oiyo's golden brown eyes stared at her in their natural slits, not liking how high up he was. His master wasn't trying to drink her ass off however, so perhaps this was for the better. He purred and reached a claw out for her, paw flexing and curling its sharp toes outward as if asking for a hug. The lean kitty was brought over her shoulder like a baby as she coddled him, stepping back from the counter and towards the board she'd been using as a poster for her next glass masterpiece. It was only luck that had her heel drive straight down onto an awaiting nail that had been previously tugged out by the curious cat. With a roar, she jumped up towards the ceiling, landing and only driving the rest of the nail into her foot. Her next scream had the calm cat scattering for the high hills and while using her as a backboard, pushed enough that he would get to the nearby cabinet while his master fell back, head striking the counter. Her eyes rolled nearly immediately and she fell straight out of the kitchen, the door swinging open to her weight. Face first into a pile of glass, she couldn't move, even as she screamed out again; the glass was digging into her palms and chest as it lay under her. Her neat piles of color assortment were ruined by her weight, crushing each and every beautifully sculpted piece. Blood pooled by her foot and she let her head smack the ground as her vision swarmed. A nest of hornets sounded in her ears as she rolled out of the pile to try and stand, instead gripping the shoulder of a chair to lean on. It threatened to send her toppling again. Her exposed skin was bloodied and what was protected by the thin cloth of her clothes was sure to be bruised by the next hour. Oiyo watched his master pick herself up off the ground and stand as proudly as she could, blood dripping down multiple cuts in her legs and arms, her hands covered in bits of buried shards that had been unlucky enough to wedge themselves into her skin as tightly as possible. She wished she was drunk now, perhaps with the help of alcohol trudging through her system she would have been immune to the pain or at the very least not as susceptible to it. Her fingers grabbed at the bottom of the screw and tugged, trying to work it free through tears and grunts of pain. It was just her luck today that this would happen, today of all days. Oiyo's legs appeared among the rafters and she roared, blaming the cat for her injuries in a flurry of curses. The thumbtack was thrown in the direction of the feline who easily avoided with a great leap, brown eyes staring towards his master. She gripped the chair, standing awkwardly on one leg as she seethed, glaring daggers at her own cat. Even if the cat hadn't been responsible, she'd find a way to make it so. Her anger was put behind a vase and sent flying but again the lithe creature leapt away from the scene, landing closer to Taj and in the line of fire. It wasn't until the next vase was hauled that he let loose a low rumbling up at her, his purr low enough to reverberate in her chest. She choked on her next curse and lowered her arm, the guilt falling back onto her shoulders as it ate away at her anger. There was never a good enough day to come face to face with it all and so she turned her back once again, somberly cleaning up the glass as Oiyo just watched, toying with the bloodied nail between his black paws, no stain left on them.
