Curiosity and Cats-Lomear/Rynn [closed rp]
He’d noticed the small shop before, a little place of curiosities, it would seem, though it advertised itself as a ‘magic shop.; Lomear found that rather amusing; people liked believing in magic, it seemed, though there was not much of it to be found in their world, not of the kind he was familiar with, at any rate.
It didn’t stop shops like this from opening, selling things like cleansing crystals and candles and the occasional ‘magical’ reading, of playing cards or palms or tea leaves or whatever took the fancy of the alleged magicians.
Still, Lomear found himself standing outside the particular one this morning; there was a sword on display in its front window that had caught his eye. It seemed well-made, not a cheap prop there to attract the gaze of idle lookers, silver leaves engraved along its hilt and halfway up the blade that seemed to have a wicked sharp edge to it.
The elf let himself into the shop a few short moments later, though he paused when he did so. On the counter, seeming for all the world as if he belonged there, sat Balrog, his thick, oddly-colored fur gleaming like the fire of his namesake in the sunlight streaming in through the windows. “Ah, there you are, you little traitor,” the elf crossed the room with an amused sigh, “this explains where you vanish off to every morning, doesn’t it?”
