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birthright_rpg2013-07-30 11:21 pm
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Window Shopping
Echo was surprised to find a New Age type shop in a place like Searchlight, and she studied the facade of the building for a few minutes before twisting the doorknob to let herself in. It would probably be as dusty and rundown as everything else around here, but she'd been on a furniture run that morning and wanted to try something non-intense like browsing to celebrate. At least now she had a couch, second-hand though it might be. Tomorrow, she'd focus on getting more dishes.
Compared to the glare of the mid-afternoon sun, the store seemed very dim, and the hybrid glanced at the metal shelves before taking a few more steps inside. Maybe she could afford something simple, like a candle or a protection crystal. She was spiritual rather than religious, but she did believe that there were forces at work in the world that she didn't understand. Did they do Tarot readings here? She'd never tried that.
There was a counter near what seemed to be the center of the shop, and Echo checked her pockets to make sure she had some cash on hand. She was going to have to see about that job sooner rather than later. She could always wire home for money, but she wanted to be independent. Her parents had agreed that she could skip college for a year or so if she could pay her own way, and she didn't want to burden them if she could foot her own bills.
They didn't even seem to sell books here, but books in places like this tended to be a little dear. But she needed other things besides books, anyway. Like home furnishings. Maybe if she made nice with the proprietor, they could direct her to someone who was hiring. The brunette looked down at her clothes. At least she looked presentable, since she'd taken a shower after helping to wrestle the couch into the trailer.
The counter was glassed in, so she was reluctant to knock on it to get the attention of whoever ran the place. She gingerly rapped one knuckle on the wooden partition that held the glass in place, then tucked that hand into her pocket. "Hello?"
Compared to the glare of the mid-afternoon sun, the store seemed very dim, and the hybrid glanced at the metal shelves before taking a few more steps inside. Maybe she could afford something simple, like a candle or a protection crystal. She was spiritual rather than religious, but she did believe that there were forces at work in the world that she didn't understand. Did they do Tarot readings here? She'd never tried that.
There was a counter near what seemed to be the center of the shop, and Echo checked her pockets to make sure she had some cash on hand. She was going to have to see about that job sooner rather than later. She could always wire home for money, but she wanted to be independent. Her parents had agreed that she could skip college for a year or so if she could pay her own way, and she didn't want to burden them if she could foot her own bills.
They didn't even seem to sell books here, but books in places like this tended to be a little dear. But she needed other things besides books, anyway. Like home furnishings. Maybe if she made nice with the proprietor, they could direct her to someone who was hiring. The brunette looked down at her clothes. At least she looked presentable, since she'd taken a shower after helping to wrestle the couch into the trailer.
The counter was glassed in, so she was reluctant to knock on it to get the attention of whoever ran the place. She gingerly rapped one knuckle on the wooden partition that held the glass in place, then tucked that hand into her pocket. "Hello?"
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"I used to use lotion on my hands to try and get rid of the calluses," Echo said with a shy smile. "But Papa said it's a badge of honor, something to prove you created something that will last. I finally started to listen to him, I guess."
Common sense said that she should leave Emmeline be at this point, that the other woman probably had things to take care of, but it seemed like it would be worse to cut the conversation short. Bad manners or something. So instead she said, "I've done some work with wire, but it's easier for me to mold clay. My hands are probably too beat up to work with something so small anymore, anyway." She held out her palms as if for inspection, halfway wishing Emmeline would touch her again. That was all she was likely to get because of her damned shyness. Where was the Wolf's confidence when she needed it?
"I can at least pay for this," the hybrid said, holding the small wire angel the older woman had pressed into her hand aloft. "It's not fair that I come in and cadge things for free. How much for the angel?"
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Her eyes went a fraction wider for a moment, a soft tugging at the back of her mind grabbing her attention. Clearing her throat, Emmeline wiped her hands on her skirt and slipped behind the counter, pulling a battered notebook from beneath the register.
"Tell you what," she said. "You take the tea and the angel -- and that tea is only for when you're ready to sleep, mind, otherwise it'll leave you too drowsy and open -- and come back in a few days. I'll start putting together a little totem bag for you, and speak to my supplier about a dreamcatcher," she went on, writing herself notes on what supplies she would need and who she needed to call. "Then you can tell me how the tea worked out for you. How does that sound?"
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"I like tea anyway," she said inanely. "I make sun tea in the summers, so I'll probably be doing that for when the weather gets really scorching. Thanks for the note about when to fix a cup. I usually have milk when I'm about to go to bed to help me sleep, but this might work better."
Echo took a hesitant step backwards away from the counter, pushed her free hand through her hair. "You've got a really great place here, I bet you're really proud. I'll see you in a couple of days. By then my place should be more put together. Have a nice afternoon, Emmeline."