Demonrely: it is a mess, isnt it? this should be fun to watch.
a week passed. Yuki was slowly relaxing again. This is not the first time a major exposure had happened. There had been incidences in the past that were swept under the rug or forgotten about quickly. She settled back into her role as the ice scupltress and started going out to eat a bit more.
The heat was still unbearable, but the summer in full swing. Cars left in the sun would kill any electroincs left inside, plastic for sale signs would be melted by the days end. Yuki had given in and turned of her hot water heater in an attempt to gain some cold water, the water mains running under the black top street never dipped below a painfully hot. Rumor had it there was a solar plant that used not light but simple heat from the sun to generate power 24 hours a day. By now Yuki fully understood why people paid her the money they did in this city of sun, heat and sand.
"I really hate the sand," she muttered to her self as she was back in her freezer workshop, "its gritty and and it gets every where." she put down the knife on the table and massaged her eyes. All the heat meant she was working less with her ice magic and more with old fashioned hand tools.
"I should charged them extra." she muttered to her self, picking up her tools again. She setlled into a calm of shaving ice flakes, her own minature snow storm. She found her place of zen again and made good progress until a troubling though occurred to her.
"you keep talking to your self and people will think your crazy." she muttered to herself.
Damn it.