@emeraldxphoenix
A city of gold, and a society of Gods and immortals. Asgard was the glittering, peaceful, beautiful planar body of where the Bifrost resided, looked over by the stoic and All Seeing Heimdall. The citizens of Asgard were protected by the royal family of Odin and Frigga, living in a prosperous society of people who's lives resided just outside of the mortal scope of understanding.
However, as refined and glistening as the high societies of Asgard were, there were other parts of the city that were a bit more crowded; not as bright and not as open. Alex lived here all her existence.
The common peoples lived here, humble and still dressed in fine robes, but with no ties to royalty or any of the higher societies. Most, if not all, shops lined the streets of the lower town, and this was where she found herself, heart hammering in her throat, opening her dream shop.
People often found needs for meats and drinks, cleaning supplies and home decorations. But how often would they really need magical components and tomes?
She'd been called foolish for this business venture - her parents begged her to think more sensibly instead of investing in something like this, but they had also spent the better part of her life forcing her to hide her magic. Yet she denied it, throwing herself fully into this dream, because it had been that - a dream for so long to integrate her magic and sorcery into their society. As a common Asgardian.
Her shop was a humble size, with wooden floors and shelves, displaying a small inventory of stones and crystals, bags of components and stacks of books she acquired to sell, some even from her personal collection. And she waited, yet besides the occasional curious onlooker, her shop remained empty for the first couple of hours of its grand opening.
"Hells, I might've been over my head for this." She chewed her nail anxiously, leaning on her counter and staring right at the door.
