Post by Arikarka on Feb 22, 2019 16:32:07 GMT
Oh… my…. Gods…. Like… seriously? This is the worst job ever. Standing here behind the counter all day? Just so Mom can go out and get cool stuff for the shop! Uuuuggghhhhh it was just, like, so unfair!
But fine ~whatever~ One day? She'd have her own shop, then Mom could run the counter while she got to do all the exciting work of channeling magic and enchantments.
Sighing, bored as always, Susie blew air up to disrupt her bangs to tuck them into the big witch's hat she wore. Wide-brimmed and purple, just like her dress, with only a simple belt buckled around. Leather boots of course, white, which paired well with her small wand she kept tucked away carefully.
An alarm spell went off, buzzing in her head, and she heard from by the ever-burning fireplace that helped to illuminate the otherwise rather dark and chilled room a dog start to bark. "Yeah, yeah, Puppers I know the alarm went off. Such a good boy." The dog, a mutt no doubt, colored in shades of patchy browns and scraggly hair around his scruff and paws, wagged his whip-like tail and bayed again. "I know right! I can't wait to see if anyone takes up my quest of gathering!" Her chest puffed up in pride as she darted away from the counter into a small employee only back room, then came out with a newly written out list. Attaching it to the delicate swinging silver hanging arm. There is swung, off to the side on the counter opposite the till. Beaming, the young witch was ecstatic. She'd be crafting in no time!
A short girl with pale skin, regular boring brown hair with straight across bangs and straight hair to the shoulders, stood on a stepstool behind the counter inside the Little Shop of Wonders. Magical items, ranging from so common they were as useful and numerous like toilet paper, to the extravagant and other-worldly artifact of power kept mounted above the counter with so many spells and protections wrapped around it even a dragon couldn't be able to steal it.
Barrels of bulk herbalism ingredients line the floor. Jars on shelves reach up to the ceiling. Tables of larger, oddly sharpened ingredients and material components were on open display. Finished goods, such as pre-enchanted wands, scrolls labeled by level then school, potion vials carefully arranged in order of magnitude. Then of course there was the back room, where all the wonderous items were. But only the shop keeper proper could go back there - often setting up appointments to tour potential customers through the crafted goods.
Barrels of bulk herbalism ingredients line the floor. Jars on shelves reach up to the ceiling. Tables of larger, oddly sharpened ingredients and material components were on open display. Finished goods, such as pre-enchanted wands, scrolls labeled by level then school, potion vials carefully arranged in order of magnitude. Then of course there was the back room, where all the wonderous items were. But only the shop keeper proper could go back there - often setting up appointments to tour potential customers through the crafted goods.
Sighing, bored as always, Susie blew air up to disrupt her bangs to tuck them into the big witch's hat she wore. Wide-brimmed and purple, just like her dress, with only a simple belt buckled around. Leather boots of course, white, which paired well with her small wand she kept tucked away carefully.
An alarm spell went off, buzzing in her head, and she heard from by the ever-burning fireplace that helped to illuminate the otherwise rather dark and chilled room a dog start to bark. "Yeah, yeah, Puppers I know the alarm went off. Such a good boy." The dog, a mutt no doubt, colored in shades of patchy browns and scraggly hair around his scruff and paws, wagged his whip-like tail and bayed again. "I know right! I can't wait to see if anyone takes up my quest of gathering!" Her chest puffed up in pride as she darted away from the counter into a small employee only back room, then came out with a newly written out list. Attaching it to the delicate swinging silver hanging arm. There is swung, off to the side on the counter opposite the till. Beaming, the young witch was ecstatic. She'd be crafting in no time!
