It was warmer today than it had been all month, winter was leaving. Already groups of people were up in their hot air balloons while others bustled in the streets in the little town of Tibbif.
It was in no way the biggest town, but it was in no way small either.
Inventors worked on their machines with their colleagues and apprentices while hawkers shouted their wares on street corners while musicians played in front of a hat as wagons rolled by with the occasional horseless carriage with its engine chugging away as it rolls along.
And outside of town sat the Kneff manner, a rather large house that housed a small family of merchants with a few hired hands moving with their own work to be done.
Yes, today was just another normal day. . .
Samica wiped some sweat from her forehead as she continued to work on the underside of the new horseless carriage Master Di was working on.
She heard the bustle just outside the workshop as people and horses walked by and kids playing in the street. They were probably heading to the small ball field.
She wouldn't mind going out to play a bit, but she enjoyed working on things here. She was just happy that she was able to get out of piano lessons so soon.
She tightened down the last few bolts before pushing herself out on the little wheeled board. "I think that should do it," she says.
"Perfect," Master Di said in his odd accent as he looks up from the engine under the hood, "dat's one less ding on de list. Now give me a hand over here."
Samica got up and walked over the Master Di, "whatcha need?" she asked.
"My hands be too big," He says, "I need dis bolt securing de engine right der." He points to where he needs it between too many other parts for him to get his hand in there.
"Sure thing," she says and takes the bolt and tries to secure it as well, squeezing her hand through all the parts, "mmmmm," she gets the bolt started and hand tight, "well," she says in a slightly strained voice as she gets her hand back out, "it's in there, but I don't think it's tight enough. And it's too tight a space to get a wrench into."
"You might be right der," He says with a hand on his chin in thought, "well, I suppose we need to make a new tool to get data tight." He sighs, "well, I don't dink I need you anymore today. I'll get working on de new tool. You go now."
"Thanks, Master Di," she says as she grabs her cap and heads to the door, "I'll see you tomorrow." and she walks out the door to head to the ball field.