temperance - ( cara )

[GIOVONNI ASHTON]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] O nce more, no as usual, Giovonni found himself wandering the beach alone. He’d recently taken to getting up early and looking for seashells before the tourist stormed the harbor or before some of the local fishermen came around to start their business for the day. In other places he had seen fishermen up before dawn and back after sunset but the people here seemed to work hours however they felt rather than what was practical. He usually just got up and did his chores until they were completed. Then any time after that he could use how he wanted. Then again he had more responsibility than most of the people in town. His animals had come in a few days ago and now his shops stock was completely replenished. At least the amount he thought he could sell was. Until ranchers started buying those animals though it was up to him to keep them happy, healthy and ready to go at any moment for sale. Not that he minded, he had known taking on the shop would be a lot of work and he was cut out for it. Mainly because it apparently ran in his blood. The only problem he could really see was the fact that it would be harder for him to help customers when he had to write down everything he needed to say or the answers to all of their questions. He would probably end up hiring someone to work the counter for him, that way he could focus on animal care and not cause anyone any inconvenience. His bare feet tracked through the cold sand, leaving footprints instead of shoe prints was something he liked to do. When summer hit even at this early hour the sand would already be getting warm and it would be easier to shift through for shells. That also meant that more tourists would be coming around though, not that he really minded them since they hardly ever bothered him out at the shop but… When they did they always treated him like he was a novelty. One time he had actually heard a few of them discussing whether or not they wanted to go see the mute farmer or the goddess shrine before lunch. They couldn’t decide which was more interesting. They treat me like a freak. I wish I hadn’t stayed here. No, he cleared that thought from his mind. He liked it here, he liked owning the shop and working on it every day. He just didn’t like the people most of the time. He hadn’t really had any friends growing up so it wasn’t that big of a deal. But still, just one person would be nice. Gio was a good listener and he never interrupted others when they were talking. Not that he really could, even if he wanted to. He couldn’t tell anyone’s secrets and he couldn’t make fun of anyone, at least not out loud. Yet his muteness turned other people away from him. It didn’t make any sense to him.

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