Post by Teagan Weisz on Nov 6, 2019 22:29:32 GMT
` and cauldron bubble:
359 words . estelle/khoal
♚ Teagan’s heels clicked across the cement as she brought herself closer and closer to her destination. Vox Maleficis was by far one of the only places Teagan actually trusted in this god forsaken city. Namely because she trusted those that worked there, but also because they provided her with quality ingredients, and that was key. Teagan, who prided herself on her craft and her abilities, would only accept the best; and luckily her friends were exactly that. Estelle was one of those rare people that Teagan had actually managed to befriend through her time at Our Lady. A miracle at best really, but appreciated nonetheless.
Approaching the small shop, she pulled a hand from her pocket, opening the door. A familiar, slightly haunting scent washed over her, bringing her right back to classes at Our Lady. She wish she had better associations, but hopefully she could convince Estelle - if she was there - to abandon ship momentarily to join her for coffee or something. As long as she didn’t have to stay there.
It didn't seem as though there was anyone at the counter initially, leaving Teagan to peruse the shelves on her own. Most of the ingredients today would be for work purposes, hexes, charms, potions as part of her freelance witching, but some were for personal use for her home and her own life. Although she distanced herself from the life she came from, she knew that what she had learned was all too applicable to healing her own heart, and used the concoctions brewed by Estelle to help her get out of the dark places. Sometimes that is. Most days she just fell into it and accepted it.
Collecting a bit of this and that, Teagan had failed to find everything she so desperately needed. She was in need of some assistance. Approaching the counter, she couldn't help but grin to herself as her eyes fell upon a familiar head of dark hair. Seemingly busy, Teagan quietly made her approach and leaned against the counter, holding herself up with her forearms. "Sorry, but you don't think I could get a bit of help, do you?"
Approaching the small shop, she pulled a hand from her pocket, opening the door. A familiar, slightly haunting scent washed over her, bringing her right back to classes at Our Lady. She wish she had better associations, but hopefully she could convince Estelle - if she was there - to abandon ship momentarily to join her for coffee or something. As long as she didn’t have to stay there.
It didn't seem as though there was anyone at the counter initially, leaving Teagan to peruse the shelves on her own. Most of the ingredients today would be for work purposes, hexes, charms, potions as part of her freelance witching, but some were for personal use for her home and her own life. Although she distanced herself from the life she came from, she knew that what she had learned was all too applicable to healing her own heart, and used the concoctions brewed by Estelle to help her get out of the dark places. Sometimes that is. Most days she just fell into it and accepted it.
Collecting a bit of this and that, Teagan had failed to find everything she so desperately needed. She was in need of some assistance. Approaching the counter, she couldn't help but grin to herself as her eyes fell upon a familiar head of dark hair. Seemingly busy, Teagan quietly made her approach and leaned against the counter, holding herself up with her forearms. "Sorry, but you don't think I could get a bit of help, do you?"
`ooc notes; yo me hopes this be okay..
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