All in all, the first week was going well. At least, when Andra had the chance to stop hustling and reflect on the sales for a moment.
Certainly, news of the shop hadn't spread all that far yet-- really Andra's hands were full enough just caring for the creatures, let alone the sales. Her feet ached, and her hands and apron seemed to permanently smell like a mix of animal feed, straw and cleaning cures. With her long black hair pulled into a twisted braid and pinned to the back of her head, Andra was all business. And exhaustion too, but definitely mostly business.
Straightening, the kneazles' bowl now filled with food, Andra slid the food back into place on its shelf, stopping to lift her wand and reanimate a small rubber ball that was dancing around the crups, keeping them chasing and barking playfully. The great augurey on its perch eyed her grumpily, the bird ever irritated yet devoted in a manner that Andraste couldn't help but enjoy. It was close to the end of the day, the quiet flow of customers slowing. For the moment, the shop was only Andra and her creatures. She breathed.
The bell dinged, the door opening. Andraste looked up with a soft smile. "Hello, welcome to Mooncalves and Manticores."