[b]Wednesday, Spring 3rd[/b] [i]Forget-Me-Not Valley 6:00AM[/i] Clara's exhausted eyes opened up to a blurred vision of her clock which was whining like an infernal child. She hadn't slept well the night before, and she wasn't feeling so hot at that moment - her alarm definitely wasn't helping with her aching head. 6:00AM, the crying clock announced, only silencing when Clara's hand fell down onto it. She didn't want to get up, she wasn't going to get up, but of course she had to get up. With a groan, Clara slowly sat up, wrestling with her blanket that she had found herself tangled in while she tried to remove herself from the bed. "Even the bed doesn't want me to leave..." Clara grumbled as she stretched her tired and aching limbs. She probably shouldn't have done what she had done the night before - this was the exact reason why she didn't do such things often. As Clara trudged off to the bathroom to start her day, she caught a glimpse of her zombie-like appearance: Messy hair, black bags under her eyes, her whole face looking like it was falling off her skull. She groaned at her appearance, further fitting into her deathly demeanour. "We've got work to do," Clara noted as she again headed off toward the shower. By 7:00AM, she was cleaned, her teeth were free of any residue from anything she had eaten or drank prior, her hair was done and she was dressed. At last she was presentable, now she only had to be fed and prepare for the hour treck to Mineral Town. She considered simply living in the town to save herself from the journey almost each day, but taking the journey late at night was unwise, especially for someone like her... --- [b]Wednesday, Spring 3rd[/b] [i]Mineral Town 8:30AM[/i] Clara was wishing that she'd simply stayed in bed, for an hour-long walk around the mountain with a pounding head wasn't all that fun to do. But as usual, she forced herself through it - she supposed that she would just drop in to see Dr. Hardy when she was done with her "day job." Though she no longer looked the part, Clara still felt like a walking corpse as she trudged along, violin case in hand. A delicate rose was carefully etched into the face of the case - so fitting to be played in Rose Plaza. She had acquired her violin by a parting gift from her parents before she left for Forget-Me-Not Valley from Zephyr Town. Clara had grown tired of trudging off to the Bazaar every Saturday just to live for the next week, and her parents knew it. Still, she goes to visit them every now and again - a little less than usual due to her now working two jobs so she could save to live outside of Mitemi Inn and couldn't spend more than she needed to. As she reached Rose Plaza, her eyes were immediately drawn too an odd man hanging by his legs from a tree. With a raised eyebrow, she slowly approached him, curious as to why he was being so peculiar. She didn't know who the odd man was, due to his face being covered by a seemingly strategically placed sketchbook covering his face. As she got closer, she noticed that he had wares for sale, rather, he had artworks for sale. Her eyes dropped from the man who probably thought he was a monkey hanging by his tail, and into the artworks. Her eyes scanned over them, stopping on a mythically renditioned piece of last night's celebrations in the Blue Bar. Clara blinked, a puzzled expression on her face as her eyes couldn't move from the piece, more specifically the prime subject of the piece - a glorified version of herself. "How...?" she wondered out loud, her head raising to look at the creator. Since she was now beneath him, she could see what who was on the other side of the sketch book, and she recognized him to be the stranger from last night. "Oh! It's you," she exclaimed, her voice brimming with surprise. Again she jumped a little from such surprise, a hand coming up to rest over her brisk heart's beat. She was so sure that he'd just been passing through last night, and yet here he was in the centre of Rose Plaza. Like a child, Clara tilted herself as far sideways as she could without falling down, trying to turn him the right way up in her eyes. "Just why are you upside down?" she asked, her face more puzzled than playful. She had time to spare, for she wasn't due to play in the plaza for another hour and a half, so she supposed that she could dawdle to her busking spot. The formal monkey-man had again captured her curious, much like he did last night. And of course she did part from him by telling him that she hoped to see him again, so it would seem rude if she were to leave as quickly as she could after saying such. She straightened herself with an awkward cough, after a seemingly long silent pause. Her demeanour had shifted into her usual shy and awkward state, which wasn't odd for herself - though she supposed it was because she played and sung for a living. She crouched down to place her hand on the edge of the drawing she had found herself staring at for so long, looking up at the sketching man. "How much would you like for this?" she asked, hoping that she hadn't assumed wrong that it was for sale. But she didn't want anybody else having a picture of what she thought to be her - that would just be... Creepy.