OPEN STARTER [always open]
It had been under construction for weeks, months it felt like but finally that old heritage building was being taken in by someone that seemed willing to jump through all the hoops needed to do any repairs. Let alone rebuilding the entire building but you had to admit, it looked good.
Wide stone steps led up to the dark wood double doors, large windows on either side displaying quite the array of items for offer.
Black Salts and Forget-Me-Nots read the sign above the door in a smooth swooping font and the shop definably upheld its rather unique name, selling equally unique items. At first glance it may look like one of many shops selling crystals and incenses but that was only some of the items one could see through the windows.
An entire wall seemed taken up with various sized shelves with jars holding a mix of herbs and plants of an array of colors. Keen eyes could pick out one section was teas and another seemingly to be chewed before the signs were to small to read from outside the shop. Through the open doors one could see a counter with an array of charms displayed within the glass.
Deeper, out of sight from the streets, lay more interesting treasures on the shelves though already some whispered there were sections that seemed to vanish when you weren’t paying attention.
The owner and sole employee rested behind the glass counter by the register, comfortably lounging in what seemed to be an actual lazy boy chair while flipping through a thick heavy covered book. Bjorn was younger than most would expect to own his own shop, bright red locks pulled up in a high ponytail with small braids woven through with tiny items peeking through the strands. A bead here, coloured thread there and was that…a bone? You lost sight of the off-white bit as Bjorn turned to lift a steaming cup beside him to his mouth for a careful sip. Still promptly burns his tongue with a little hiss and shake of his head.
