Einin was bored. Just three words and yet they summarized the entirety of her existence. [b]She.[/b] [i][b]Was.[/b][/i] [u][i][b]Bored.[/b][/i][/u]

It was a rather slow day, truth be told, but that was hardly an excuse. She had set herself in front of her loom and was determined to do something productive until some poor soul would grace her shop with their presence. The hours she'd spent perusing colors, finding the perfect pattern, laying everything out perfectly and precisely... And there she stopped. 

She'd been looking at the loom for two hours now, practically willing the thing to at start on its own. She had spent her energy perusing, her creativity imagining, and her patience on precision. Now that the crucial moment had come, she had nothing left. Yet another day wasted in the pursuit of nothing. 

[b]"Just like the rest of my life,"[/b] said the dark, little voice in her head. The one who had become way too talkative as of late.

The rest was a blur of stomping, throwing open doors, and the need to get away from the cramped shop.