Igoris

A young feline woman sits on a stool, for now the day is peaceful, she knows nothing of where she will be by tomorrow morning. Her name is Lucy, Lucy Taylor. Warm orange light floods the room, shining through a large stained glass window. She hums as she works, she’s fixing a patch in her cousin’s shawl. She’s so focused that she almost misses the little chime of the bell as somebody enters her shop.
“Hello, welcome to Taylors Tailor Shoppe, what can I do for you today?” She asks as she exits the back room to greet the potential customer. Standing in the door is another cat.
“Greetings, are you Miss Taylor?” She questions with a gentle smile and light, airy voice both of which seeming unsettling and fake, but any paying customer is needed and Lucy nods, this is a mistake but she doesn’t know this yet.
“Yes I am, Ms-” She paused prompting the woman to say her name.
“Brem.” She informed her.
“Ah, Ms. brem, what can I do for you!” Lucy asked excitedly,  Limesville is a small town and although she’s the only seamstress most women sew their family's clothes without desire to pay anybody else, at the current rate there isn’t enough income to keep the shoppe open much longer.
“I just wanted to browse.” She says fluidly as her eyes dart about the room taking in the lack of furniture. Shortly after, she says her goodbyes and leaves, the bell chiming again as the door opens and closes behind her.
“Oh I do hope she comes back.” Lucy mutters fiddling with her needle and fabric, she doesn’t want to have to close the shoppe, sewing is her passion, the one thing she is really good at. Her family is open minded and never berates her for not wanting to marry and have children. Two of her sisters are unmarried too, although her older sister, Strawberry did get engaged at one point in time.
But if she doesn’t get new customers soon she’ll probably have to find someone, to marry a rich man that she doesn’t love. At least she could make clothes for her children, but she doesn’t want those either.
So absorbed in her worries that she isn’t  paying attention to what she’s doing and pricks her paw pad with the needle. A small drop of blood leaks onto the fabric.
“Dammit!” She curses before covering her mouth in shock, that wasn’t proper at all, luckily she can’t afford any staff so there is no one around to hear.
Her foot has quickly stopped bleeding and she licks the smeared blood off of it. Gathering the shawl in her arms she heads out and down to the stream letting the cool water soak the stained cloth. Her one job, the only thing she’s good at and she can’t even do that right.
The cloth is wet and heavy as she carries it on her back all the way home, she hangs it on the clothesline and hopes that it doesn’t get brought up during dinner.
Dinner! How the time flies when you’re questioning yourself and messing things up. She heads inside to find her triplet sister, Banana stirring a soup. The warm smell of cooking carrots and tomatoes brings her comfort.
A warm cup of tea is all she’ll need to calm her nerves she tells herself as she grasps a cup and brings it down the hill to the well and fills it up with fresh water, she carries it gently back to the house, not spilling a single drop and begins to heat it over the oven.
A few minutes later and the tea has steeped and dinner is ready. She sits at the dining room table with her older sister Strawberry, her triplet sister Banana and their parents, Florin and Lauren, across from Lucy is an empty chair where Olivia used to sit, but she’s moved to a new house with her husband to raise their child.
The chair sits there, taunting Lucy, mocking her for still living at home doing nothing with her life except losing money through a failing shoppe. She thinks about the woman from earlier, someone exciting and new, a stranger. She knew practically everyone in Limesville and just hoped Ms. Brem would stay long enough to need something from her, not that it would be enough to save the shoppe even if she did.
Her family chatters but she doesn’t listen, just mindlessly eating her soup and drinking her tea, she doesn’t really notice the flavor and when she finishes she gets up wordlessly and heads to her room, leaving the dishes on the table.
It’s not yet time to sleep and she lays in bed with her eyes open, tracing the wood grain on the floor with her claw pondering options for what she could do with her life in the future, maybe she can move up north to Freyfell and get a job at her cousin’s dairy farm, she doesn’t know Constance that well but is fairly close with her sister, Ellen, maybe she can put in a good word for her. Maybe she can sleep with the cows...