Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2016 1:54:34 GMT
Another day in paradise. It was brick today. Cantara'd been gone from home so long all her cold-resistance had faded away, though that was probably all she lost in the transition. Clock Town made her a wimp, but it also doesn't yell at her on the daily basis or encourage her to sneak around out of subconscious fear. However, that was neither here nor there. It'd been ten years or so since any of that nonsense. Nowadays the worst thing she had to deal with was getting up on chilly mornings and shoveling snow.
Ms. Naifeh operated out of a back-street in the southeast corner of town. Her door was on the side-end of a florist. The alley which housed a little staircase up to her office was a shared little trail that lead into a little opening of some other house, the resident of which seemed to enjoy solitude. As such it fell of her to initially spruce up the drive to look a little less intimidating. Some flower boxes in spring, sweeping leaves in Autumn, a stranger abundance of cats, and in the cold seasons; displacing the cold white stuff to allow access. It was a chore, but necessary. She was having company.
Today she was meeting a new patient. Of course they had talks before about schedules and what not, but you never truly meet a client until they sit on the couch. There were bound to be nerves. She tried her best to create a welcoming environment. No one understood more than Ms. Naifeh the strangeness of opening up to a stranger seeking comfort and advice. She could only do so much to communicate the importance of her work before someone participated in it. It wasn’t very integrated into the societal mindset, let’s say. That was why her office must convey what she could not.
The door led immediately to her office. Off to the side there was a brief image of a kitchen, but there was nothing else to reveal this was also her place of residence, as she liked to keep it. The space was open (generously so considering the rest of her home) with a warm color palette. The far wall was home to a fireplace with a well-cared for armchair and a couch. On the left, behind the armchair, was a work desk. The couch had three pillows, specifically put in the middle and both corners, with a blanket folded over the back. She could tell one or two things based on how and where someone would sit. There was a table between them with little trinkets and toys for fiddling and comforting.Lots of people liked things to touch or to hold onto and would pick them up without even thinking about it. There was a basket on the far side of the couch with similar items. Her files were all in order. She had some hot chocolate warming up. The only thing left needed, was a knock at the door.
Ms. Naifeh operated out of a back-street in the southeast corner of town. Her door was on the side-end of a florist. The alley which housed a little staircase up to her office was a shared little trail that lead into a little opening of some other house, the resident of which seemed to enjoy solitude. As such it fell of her to initially spruce up the drive to look a little less intimidating. Some flower boxes in spring, sweeping leaves in Autumn, a stranger abundance of cats, and in the cold seasons; displacing the cold white stuff to allow access. It was a chore, but necessary. She was having company.
Today she was meeting a new patient. Of course they had talks before about schedules and what not, but you never truly meet a client until they sit on the couch. There were bound to be nerves. She tried her best to create a welcoming environment. No one understood more than Ms. Naifeh the strangeness of opening up to a stranger seeking comfort and advice. She could only do so much to communicate the importance of her work before someone participated in it. It wasn’t very integrated into the societal mindset, let’s say. That was why her office must convey what she could not.
The door led immediately to her office. Off to the side there was a brief image of a kitchen, but there was nothing else to reveal this was also her place of residence, as she liked to keep it. The space was open (generously so considering the rest of her home) with a warm color palette. The far wall was home to a fireplace with a well-cared for armchair and a couch. On the left, behind the armchair, was a work desk. The couch had three pillows, specifically put in the middle and both corners, with a blanket folded over the back. She could tell one or two things based on how and where someone would sit. There was a table between them with little trinkets and toys for fiddling and comforting.Lots of people liked things to touch or to hold onto and would pick them up without even thinking about it. There was a basket on the far side of the couch with similar items. Her files were all in order. She had some hot chocolate warming up. The only thing left needed, was a knock at the door.