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Market Chipping
4 May 2008 07:04 pm"Welcome."
As the door closes behind them, its four (and barely visible fifth) blobs of paint by the knob glowing happily, the bar and noise sounds fade: Howl pats Angela's hand on his arm. "It's not much, but we call it home."
In front of them, the fireplace -- as always -- is the room's centerpiece, and though there's a merry little fire burning in the hearth, it's noticeably devoid of fire demon. "Calcifer's out. And Sophie is visiting her sister Lettie, but she promised to be back shortly. Michael is off delivering packages to the king. We can take you to Kingsbury later if you like. In the meantime..." With a flick of his wrist, he pulls two chairs out from the table.
The room they're in is high and square; in addition to the fire it's got beamed ceilings. An archway leads to a set of steps. "That's the flower shop. We've been remiss lately, due to the work we're doing for the king. In the midst of a war, not many people want to spend their money on flowers, anyway." He gives a rueful little sigh but shrugs. "I'd like to assure you that being here is perfectly safe; the troops are far to the north these days. Can I offer you a cup of tea?"
The workbench and shelves are full of potions and ingredients; they clatter occasionally. All the items hanging from the ceiling -- herbs and dried flowers, bits and pieces of things, feathers, strings, trinkets -- seem to sway back and forth like sea anemones in some invisible breeze.
The castle is simply brimming over with magic.
As the door closes behind them, its four (and barely visible fifth) blobs of paint by the knob glowing happily, the bar and noise sounds fade: Howl pats Angela's hand on his arm. "It's not much, but we call it home."
In front of them, the fireplace -- as always -- is the room's centerpiece, and though there's a merry little fire burning in the hearth, it's noticeably devoid of fire demon. "Calcifer's out. And Sophie is visiting her sister Lettie, but she promised to be back shortly. Michael is off delivering packages to the king. We can take you to Kingsbury later if you like. In the meantime..." With a flick of his wrist, he pulls two chairs out from the table.
The room they're in is high and square; in addition to the fire it's got beamed ceilings. An archway leads to a set of steps. "That's the flower shop. We've been remiss lately, due to the work we're doing for the king. In the midst of a war, not many people want to spend their money on flowers, anyway." He gives a rueful little sigh but shrugs. "I'd like to assure you that being here is perfectly safe; the troops are far to the north these days. Can I offer you a cup of tea?"
The workbench and shelves are full of potions and ingredients; they clatter occasionally. All the items hanging from the ceiling -- herbs and dried flowers, bits and pieces of things, feathers, strings, trinkets -- seem to sway back and forth like sea anemones in some invisible breeze.
The castle is simply brimming over with magic.
