Curiously, she ambled towards the establishment’s door, grasping her satchel tightly as she did so. Out of habit, she tucked a strand of golden hair behind her ears, whilst chewing the insides of her cheek—inside, she remained anxious about venturing the village alone. The chiming of silver bells that hung on the door frame greeted her as she pushed it open. Surprised, her eyes darted up above her. About a hundred golden and silver bells and chimes hung above the ceiling, shining as the light hit its surface. Her mouth gaped open in awe and astonishment, unable to utter a single syllable. “My, my, what a lovely surprise this is. Come in, come in!” The voice that acknowledged her presence was deeply accented, and belonged to a skinny man a feet shorter than she was. He had a golden monocle on his left eye, and a staff that he simply just waved around. “Are you lookin’ for something, me’ love. Perhaps, you’re interested in a golden locket carved and wielded from Bulgaria?” Enthusiasm radiated on his face, at the spectacle of a customer. Sierra assumed not a lot were interested in his business. “Erm, I was just admiring the display,” she responded. “Oh,” he mumbled, before falling deep into thought, trying to remember what he had put under display that day. “Ah, yes!” he bellowed. “Those are from Russia. The finest pieces…”
As he continued on his intellectual babble, Sierra’s inquisitive eyes surveyed the rest of the brightly lit room. A beautiful array of necklaces, lockets, rings, and bracelets were neatly displayed in separate glass cases. The large shelves that held them towered a few feet above her, and met the sky of musical delights. It resembled a library. “Er, me’ lady, are you listening?” His raspy voice snapped her attention back to him. “I-I’m sorry.” Heat warmed her cheeks, turning them red with embarrassment. “This is a wonderful place, is all.” With that, a grin stretched on his face from one ear to another. “Heh, took me a lot o’time putting all these togetha’.” She grinned back, nodding. “Mind if I look around, sir?” He shook his head, almost violently, and gestured for her to do as she pleased. “Go along, me’ lady, scour the place for what you’d like. Meanwhile, I’ll go searchin’ for that locket I was mentionin’. I reckon you’d like it very much. Yes, yes, I’ll be quick.”
Silence loomed over the area when he left; highlighting the sound of the chimes as the wind gently swayed them back and forth. Sierra decided to lose herself in the maze of shelves and trinkets, taking complete advantage of being alone.
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