The morning had a routine. It began as it always did, she was torn from sleep as a weight pounced upon her formerly relaxed stomach, with a grunt of protest from her. Opening her eyes would reveal a pair of bright green ones peering insistently right back at her.

"Ooof.. Good morning to you too, Nicodemus." Closing her eyes once more, she muttered sleepily.

The large grey tomcat bounced off her chest, and across the furs covering her double bed. After a lingering moment of remaining comfort, Jessamine rose. Her eyes glanced to the single bunk against the wall where the bent form of her Aunt still dozed quietly. Creeping past on the balls of her bare feet, she made no sounds to wake the older woman. The floors were icy cold beneath her toes. The fire had burned low in the hearth during the night, all but out now. Only a few glowing coals remained.

Nicodemus was raking his claws down the door impatiently when she arrived. Opening the way for him, his sleek form slid out the door to prowl for breakfast, most likely at the Fishery. Pushing the shop door open wider, Jessamine stepped out onto the boards. It was early still. The merchants and vendors would still be setting up the market. The lake lapped quietly beneath her as she breathed in the morning air. Fish guts. Old mead. The faint odor of blood, and the unwashed bodies of the beggars who roamed the streets deftly picking the pockets of anyone they could.

Ahhh, Riften!

As one of the shop keeps, Miss Moonflower of The Curative Crucible had to prepare to open up for the day as well. Keeping the door closed and locked for now, she first knelt to restore the fire and bring some warmth to the chilled space that was both shop, and living area partitioned by a stone wall. Once that was done, she carried a flame with her, to relight the sconces and candles. While she could move in total darkness unhindered, customers did like to be able to see what they were buying. She warmed two bowls of.. mostly runny.. porridge for herself, and her Aunt Naeva, before gently waking the older woman. After eating, and getting her Aunt settled at the small table by the fire with a blanket across her lap, Jessamine readied herself. A neat white apron was tied over her simple blue dress. Auburn hair tied back from her face, braided down her back. An amulet of Mara hung about her neck, the thin black cord lost in the pink puckered skin there, and the myriad of scrolling lines inked into her flesh.

Eating the cooling porridge quickly, she made sure that she was ready to open the store. Everyday brought someone new needing something. Some potions she had ready made, the ones most in demand, but other items were special order and required seeking out ingredients. She sent a courier to those customers when their order was ready, and she had three of them coming in today, in addition to whoever else walked through the door. She yawned, truly not a fan or mornings.. but the store had to be maintained. Behind the counter, the strongbox kept some coins on hand, in case anyone stopping by had any specimens not found around Riften to purchase. It happened that she was always in the mood to buy some things not easily acquired.

Everything in order, Jessamine unlocked the door and returned to her work. Tomorrow would bring more pick ups.