Sep 3, 2019
closed starter - @belgaerwrites
Wyatt happened upon the shop on his escape away from everybody else. The town was drastically quieter than any place he’d visited and yet that search for peace never quite came. The shop seemed quaint, small, somewhere for an acquired taste rather than for mass consumption, and for anything who practised witchcraft, an acquired taste was something they had. In fact, this place felt a little closer to home than he’d felt in a while. Familiar, despite having never been here before. He found that as he entered, his interest was peaked and that all past agitation disolved in place of his interest. Now, this was more like it. Little did he notice that he was not so alone here.