“Hello there, welcome in,” Spark greets from across the room. Umbra only partially listens as he focuses on the rhythmic dip and dive of his needles. “Is this your first time in? I don’t think we’ve met before.”
The responding voice is far less friendly, and sounds better fit for a haughty adviser. “Yes. It is. I’m opening a shop nearby, and I’m making my rounds to meet the other shop owners.” Before Spark has the chance to cut in, the new comer continues, “It’s quite a walk to get here you know. People must really love what they’re getting to come out this far.”
Worried, Umbra looks up to watch over the exchange—thankful that his many eyes allow him to continue his work, albeit at a slower pace. A fox like spirit in a dusty black waistcoat towers over Spark, standing upright with his bushy tail swishing idly behind him. He looks down at the smaller fairy as one might look at a dainty flower, entertained but the interest is fleeting. His sharp eyes quickly start to wander around the shop. Looking for something.
The gay bugs have called to me again ✍(◔◡◔)
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