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Dependent RP account for Nyo!Russia at Hetopia.

[wishywittywix-blog]

“Your skirt needs to get, um, fixed.”

Anya, shopping bag in hand, looked down to survey her brand new, seventy dollar skirt. “Cyka Blyat,” she snarled quietly as she took in the long, ripped seam that ran from the hem and on upwards, revealing much more leg than she ever intended. With a heavy sigh she looked at the stranger. “Thank you, friend. You’ve saved me a few unwelcome stares.”

[astridtheseamstress-blog]

Astrid hummed in agreement. “Well, maybe. Who knows.” She stepped inside after Anya, and looked around in amazement, her eyes widening slightly. Never had she seen so many books in one place before.

“These are..a lot of books.” She walked around slowly in amazement, looking at the different books and shelves.

[wishywittywix-blog]

Anya had puttered off behind her counter space with the intent of retrieving her small sewing kit in case it was needed. She glanced up at her words and smiled, laughing softly. “Yes. I think it is one of the better collections in Utopia, personally, as I personally undertake ‘missions’ to retrieve anything unique or particularly helpful. I inherited a lot from the previous owner when they sold the shop to me…but I am the one that has fleshed out the shelves.”

[astridtheseamstress-blog]

Astrid nodded and chuckled slightly. “Well, if I ever come across something interesting on my travels I definetly tell you. Most of the times I have to travel through Utopia anyways.” She then went to the counter space.

[wishywittywix-blog]

“I would pay for anything that was unique or rare enough,” Any informed her as she produced her small sewing kit. “Um...perhaps I should just take off my skirt back her and hand it over?”  Her cheeks flushed. It hadn’t occured to her that she may need to take off her skirt for it to be fixed well.

[snickeriarbete]

wishywittywix‌:

“All sorts but I tend to have a larger focus on literature designed for the magically inclined,” she answered with a chuckle. She relaxed as well, laying back on her blanket. “Not at all. You only wished to cut would, yes?”

He nodded slowly. “I see. I am not magical myself but I still may drop in to visit when I make my way to Utopia next. I recently moved to live on the outskirts of a Wix village and while I have gotten some advice I want to do my best to understand what I can so I don’t accidentally cause any major offense.”

That got a quiet chuckle and a smile out of him. “Yeah. That is pretty much it.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

“Every Wix village has their own rules. It is good of you to put the effort into learning their ways.” She smiled kindly. It was always nice to see someone do their very best respect those they lived close to. “I sell other books, by the way. I have a wide variety of novels, for example.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

"Um, excuse me? Could you please point me in the direction of your books on different myths and legends?"

Anya looked up from the book she had been reading as she waited on her customer to browse her inventory and smiled. “For which region?” She asked curiously. “And which people? They tend to vary quite a bit.”

[halvhavfrue-blog]

wishywittywix‌:

Anya hummed and came around the counter. “I shall always help a fellow female from Anuipuk,” she chuckled and began to scan her shelves. “I do have a myth and folk lore collection. It’s not an antique as it is a new printing but, from what I have gleaned, it is a good primer…aha!” The book was plucked from the ‘NEW’ section and presented to the woman. “Here we are.”

Lise watched the other woman with interest as she wandered through the shelves. There seemed to be many books geared towards wix here but unfortunately she wouldn’t benefit from most of those. She was glad that she had asked for some help when she wandered in here.

The woman returned and she looked through the book excitedly. “This looks a lot like what I was talking about! Thank you! It’s a little wild to think about the fact that people from other islands did not grow up with the same tales that we did… And yes, it is always great to run into more people from Anuipuk!”

[wishywittywix-blog]

Anya smiled happily. It was always a pleasure when she was able to help someone find exactly what they were looking for. It filled her with pride. “Ha! As if every community in Anuipuk does not have their own myths and legends! I suppose that is the price one pays when walls of ice and snow separate people from each other.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

“Your skirt needs to get, um, fixed.”

Anya, shopping bag in hand, looked down to survey her brand new, seventy dollar skirt. “Cyka Blyat,” she snarled quietly as she took in the long, ripped seam that ran from the hem and on upwards, revealing much more leg than she ever intended. With a heavy sigh she looked at the stranger. “Thank you, friend. You’ve saved me a few unwelcome stares.”

[astridtheseamstress-blog]

Astrid hummed in agreement. “Well, maybe. Who knows.” She stepped inside after Anya, and looked around in amazement, her eyes widening slightly. Never had she seen so many books in one place before.

“These are..a lot of books.” She walked around slowly in amazement, looking at the different books and shelves.

[wishywittywix-blog]

Anya had puttered off behind her counter space with the intent of retrieving her small sewing kit in case it was needed. She glanced up at her words and smiled, laughing softly. “Yes. I think it is one of the better collections in Utopia, personally, as I personally undertake ‘missions’ to retrieve anything unique or particularly helpful. I inherited a lot from the previous owner when they sold the shop to me...but I am the one that has fleshed out the shelves.”

[niasucusercy-blog]

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He glared at her over his newspaper, folding it shut in a huff before slamming it down on the table, “could you be any more annoying?” 

[wishywittywix-blog]

A smirk turned up the corner of her lips without her bidding and she turned a page in her book, never looking up. “I could be. I think you would prefer it if I just purchased your next beverage of choice, though, yes?”

[niasucusercy-blog]

“As a bribe?” He questioned, “you offer me something, I move, you get your seat back, Hm?”

Smart ploy, but Artem was a stubborn fool.

“I’m good, thank you,” he stated.

[wishywittywix-blog]

“If not as a bribe, how about an Olive branch?” She smiled sweetly. He grandfather often said that two stubborn fools make the worst of enemies or the best of companions. They may never be the latter…but enemies were a risky thing for any one to have. “We share the table and read.”

[niasucusercy-blog]

Hm. Alright. He supposed he could work with that.

“I suppose that means I’m buying next time,” he stated, returning to his reading, “I’ll have the same as I did last.”

He must admit, her attitude was quite intriguing. He supposed she was getting under his skin, but in a way that didn’t fully annoy him.

[wishywittywix-blog]

“Only if you wish,” she reassured as she left her book at the table to go prod the barista for whatever this mans order was.  When she returned, steaming drink in hand, she placed the cup gently before him and reclaimed her seat. “...I am Anastasia, if you are wondering. Most call me Anya.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

Sylvia wandered into the book shop, looking very frazzled. "Excuse me, do you have any books on half-breed wixens or magic or fire sprites or something?" she asked, sounding stressed.

Placing her lukewarm tea on it saucer with a soft clink, Anya stood. “Those are quite a few topics…but the shelves are fully stocked.”She hummed, waved for the woman to follow her, and began down one of the tightly packed aisles. “What, exactly, is the issue you are facing?”

[wishywittywix-blog]

aphmonacobenoit‌:

Sylvia blinked. “You have? Do you have any experience with fire magic? Like controlling it? I…This probably isn’t the best place to mention it, but I have trouble controlling my fire magic…It’s a constant thing I need to worry about,” she muttered.

Anya refrained from glancing around her very flammable shop. Stressing this young woman out may bring out sparks and they could be disastrous. “I do have some experience…but I am unsure if it will be of benefit to your…unique situation.”

[aphmonacobenoit]

Her eyes lit up…almost literally. “Please! Any little bit of advice or knowledge you may have would be great! I haven’t ever had a magic teacher. I think if I was properly trained, I could stop being such a walking hazard!” she said hopefully.

[wishywittywix-blog]

Anya smiled kindly, if not a bit tensely. “I am no teacher, my friend...but...I will tell you that when I work with tomes of fire magic I find my control of the element is entirely dependent on my own mentality. If I am frustrated or angry the fire burns white hot but is difficult to reign in and bend to my will. If I am patient and peaceful it is docile and comforting but the flames is weak, like that of a lantern.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

Sylvia wandered into the book shop, looking very frazzled. "Excuse me, do you have any books on half-breed wixens or magic or fire sprites or something?" she asked, sounding stressed.

Placing her lukewarm tea on it saucer with a soft clink, Anya stood. “Those are quite a few topics…but the shelves are fully stocked.”She hummed, waved for the woman to follow her, and began down one of the tightly packed aisles. “What, exactly, is the issue you are facing?”

[wishywittywix-blog]

aphmonacobenoit‌:

Sylvia blinked. “You have? Do you have any experience with fire magic? Like controlling it? I…This probably isn’t the best place to mention it, but I have trouble controlling my fire magic…It’s a constant thing I need to worry about,” she muttered.

Anya refrained from glancing around her very flammable shop. Stressing this young woman out may bring out sparks and they could be disastrous. “I do have some experience...but I am unsure if it will be of benefit to your...unique situation.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

“Your skirt needs to get, um, fixed.”

Anya, shopping bag in hand, looked down to survey her brand new, seventy dollar skirt. “Cyka Blyat,” she snarled quietly as she took in the long, ripped seam that ran from the hem and on upwards, revealing much more leg than she ever intended. With a heavy sigh she looked at the stranger. “Thank you, friend. You’ve saved me a few unwelcome stares.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

astridtheseamstress‌:

Astrid nodded. “That should be good. I can’t really fix the skirt while you are wearing it after all.” She then gesticulated for Anya to lead the way to her shop.

She did as she was beckoned to do and began leading the way. “So-uhm-you are of the merfolk?” She questioned, hoping to fill an awkward walk with harmless small talk.

[astridtheseamstress-blog]

Astrid started to follow Anya, and nodded at her question. “Mmmh. I’m from an Orca-folk pod. My pod mostly traveled over the islands though so I was pretty much raised on land. Of course we would go swimming from time to time too but I’m more familiar with the land.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

She glanced back over her shoulder curiously. “Is that not unusual amongst your kind?” 

[astridtheseamstress-blog]

“It kinda is.”She shrugged. “I mean, there are a lot of Mer-familys living on land in Anuipuk, but most of them don’t travel around as my pod did. Or well, is still doing.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

“I once visited a land based porpoise pod as a child,” Anya reminisced, the memory distant as she had been very young. “They still lived quite close to the water, though.” Ah. Her shop. She rummaged in her pockets for the keys and worked the rusy old lock. “Ah come on…don’t be finicky.”

[astridtheseamstress-blog]

Astrid nodded. “Thats nothing unusual, you will find alot of these pods, especially in upper Anuipuk.” She let out a sigh. “I’m not completly sure as to why my pod started this traveling around.”

Astrid waited with patience till Anya opend the door to her shop.

[wishywittywix-blog]

“Perhaps they just wished to see all the world!” She offered with a smile as she finally forced the door open. She would need to oil the lock again soon....or she could research a repair tome. She made a mental note to do that later. “Welcome to the horde of books,” she announced as she let her impromptu guest inside, revealing the ceiling high stacks of books and rows upon rows of shelves that were crammed into the relatively compact space.

[niasucusercy-blog]

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He glared at her over his newspaper, folding it shut in a huff before slamming it down on the table, “could you be any more annoying?” 

[wishywittywix-blog]

A smirk turned up the corner of her lips without her bidding and she turned a page in her book, never looking up. “I could be. I think you would prefer it if I just purchased your next beverage of choice, though, yes?”

[niasucusercy-blog]

“As a bribe?” He questioned, “you offer me something, I move, you get your seat back, Hm?”

Smart ploy, but Artem was a stubborn fool.

“I’m good, thank you,” he stated.

[wishywittywix-blog]

“If not as a bribe, how about an Olive branch?” She smiled sweetly. He grandfather often said that two stubborn fools make the worst of enemies or the best of companions. They may never be the latter...but enemies were a risky thing for any one to have. “We share the table and read.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

“Your skirt needs to get, um, fixed.”

Anya, shopping bag in hand, looked down to survey her brand new, seventy dollar skirt. “Cyka Blyat,” she snarled quietly as she took in the long, ripped seam that ran from the hem and on upwards, revealing much more leg than she ever intended. With a heavy sigh she looked at the stranger. “Thank you, friend. You’ve saved me a few unwelcome stares.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

astridtheseamstress‌:

Astrid nodded. “That should be good. I can’t really fix the skirt while you are wearing it after all.” She then gesticulated for Anya to lead the way to her shop.

She did as she was beckoned to do and began leading the way. “So-uhm-you are of the merfolk?” She questioned, hoping to fill an awkward walk with harmless small talk.

[astridtheseamstress-blog]

Astrid started to follow Anya, and nodded at her question. “Mmmh. I’m from an Orca-folk pod. My pod mostly traveled over the islands though so I was pretty much raised on land. Of course we would go swimming from time to time too but I’m more familiar with the land.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

She glanced back over her shoulder curiously. “Is that not unusual amongst your kind?” 

[astridtheseamstress-blog]

“It kinda is.”She shrugged. “I mean, there are a lot of Mer-familys living on land in Anuipuk, but most of them don’t travel around as my pod did. Or well, is still doing.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

“I once visited a land based porpoise pod as a child,” Anya reminisced, the memory distant as she had been very young. “They still lived quite close to the water, though.” Ah. Her shop. She rummaged in her pockets for the keys and worked the rusy old lock. “Ah come on...don’t be finicky.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

Sylvia wandered into the book shop, looking very frazzled. "Excuse me, do you have any books on half-breed wixens or magic or fire sprites or something?" she asked, sounding stressed.

Placing her lukewarm tea on it saucer with a soft clink, Anya stood. “Those are quite a few topics…but the shelves are fully stocked.”She hummed, waved for the woman to follow her, and began down one of the tightly packed aisles. “What, exactly, is the issue you are facing?”

[aphmonacobenoit]

Sylvia glanced at the girl, wondering if she was about to get judged. “I’m half fire sprite, half wixen. I don’t know how to use or control my magic. I have…accidents….firey accidents,” she muttered under her breath.

[wishywittywix-blog]

A thin, silver eye brow rose up. Now that was an interesting mix! “I do believe I have acquired some books about-uhm-unique mixed breeding and how to best manage some of the more extreme issues that come with it,” she hummed as she began to scan the shelves. “I may also have something about channeling and creating objects to hold excess power….”

[aphmonacobenoit]

Sylvia’s eyes widened. “Wait…There’s others like me?! Are you serious? How do I find them?! I’ve been completely on my own all my life! It’d be great to have someone I could talk to about all the problems my magic has caused,” she gushed.

[wishywittywix-blog]

Anya turned with wide eyes and waved a hand, as if trying to dismiss her own words. “I was saying I have books about such things. I have not met anyone with such qualities myself nor do I know where to find them….” Oh gosh. She didn’t mean to get the poor girls hopes up!

[aphmonacobenoit]

Sylvia’s face fell. “Well…I guess that’s still a start…Do you have any experience with magic or any of that?” she asked, sounding slightly disappointed. She didn’t know why she kept getting excited whenever she found a potential lead.

[wishywittywix-blog]

“I am awix,” she confirmed with a patient smile and a bow of her head. “I have been trained since I was in swaddling clothes so I do have a lot of experience.”  She felt so badly for this woman. She;d need to keep an ear out for any first hand accounts relating to her situation. Feeling like one was an island unto themselves could be a terribly lonely experience. 

[perennialardency]

Typically, if Anya was in Treowa it was camp and convene with the energy of nature. She didn't usually stop in the towns but, this time, a torn sole in her shoe forced her to pause for repairs. It was in this pit stop she heard of the Wix village that was only a day travel away. She barely thought it over before heading off. Wix meant new tomes for her collection. She arrived and was all smiles as she pulled a person aside. "Excuse me? Where might if find Tomes or books around here?"

With his share of instruction finished for the day, Andrei finally had his chance to breathe a little–and ruin his own breathing. Not far from the tiny school–only made up of a few rooms, as there were never many kids to accommodate–he was so close to sitting on a gnarled old bench, probably older than he was, and packing his pipe so he could just puff on it for a bit. It wasn’t something he did much anymore, especially with his own child in the house, so it felt more like a guilty pleasure these days. He could almost taste the herb in his mouth, added for extra zest, but was stopped short by the second familiar face in just as many days.

The surprised, confused look on his face was very clear. The rest of the world didn’t often remember this place existed, much less the rest of wix-kind. “Tomes?” Andrei adjusted his grip on his “staff.” “I’ll be honest with you and say that most of those are personal property, shared between everyone here in case of need. We don’t get many new ones in, most of what we keep is just passed down within families.” He looked behind him, down the main road of town, a little cobblestone thing. “We do have a tiny little bookshop but that mostly has basic beginning wix things for kids, and common literature that you could probably find in Utopia. The wealth of the knowledge is within homes, or the small school library. Was there something specific you needed?”

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perennialardency‌:

“Well…what kind of assistance?” Andrei leaned his weight onto his staff. “And just how old? I do a lot of the teaching around here myself, though admittedly it’s mostly children who’ve learned basic things from their families.” He chewed on his lip. “In the case of it being someone more adult with little training–not unheard of–they usually have to start with the basic kid stuff too, like learning yourself, trying to determine if you’re feeling any sort of natural impulses, basically just…harnessing the magic.” Leaning more onto his staff, he rubbed the back of his neck and removed his hat, revealing disheveled dark waves of hair. “There’s bound to be some old copies of beginners’ books around here somewhere, if you don’t mind them being obviously used. The ones we’ve used are more outdated than what you’d find in Utopia but they’ve worked for us and our specific needs. Who knows, sometimes you’ve gotta try a different approach, and maybe ours might do it.”

As she listened to this new face speak she couldn’t help but to smile. The way he spoke reminded her of her grandfather, very sure that their way to learn magic would answer all problems. It was cute.  “Perhaps you are correct,” she conceded with a little bow of her head. “I certainly would not deny any potential solutions to those who are in need. My client seem to most be young adults these days so perhaps it is the basics they need.”

[snickeriarbete]

wishywittywix‌:

“I mostly run a book shop,” she admitted with a smile and a blush. “I suppose my life is not that loud on a daily basis but…ah, never mind.” She shook her head. “I have yet to find this conversation tiring for me. You may stay.”

Berwald tilted his head. “A book shop? What sorts of books do ya sell? All types or just a focus on magic or a specific subject?”

He smiled in relief and finally settled down so he could be sitting instead of standing. “That is a relief. I didn’t want to cut our conversation short.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

“All sorts but I tend to have a larger focus on literature designed for the magically inclined,” she answered with a chuckle. She relaxed as well, laying back on her blanket. “Not at all. You only wished to cut would, yes?”

[wishywittywix-blog]

"Um, excuse me? Could you please point me in the direction of your books on different myths and legends?"

Anya looked up from the book she had been reading as she waited on her customer to browse her inventory and smiled. “For which region?” She asked curiously. “And which people? They tend to vary quite a bit.”

[halvhavfrue-blog]

Lise paused. It was a fair question. “Um… well pretty much for anything that isn’t Anuipuk. I was raised there and know most of the myths although it would be interesting to see some other’s interpretations of the stories. A person I ran into had a kind of anthology of myths with a lot of the more popular ones being mentioned and I was curious if you had anything like that… but if not then getting island specific ones would be also interesting.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

Anya hummed and came around the counter. “I shall always help a fellow female from Anuipuk,” she chuckled and began to scan her shelves. “I do have a myth and folk lore collection. It’s not an antique as it is a new printing but, from what I have gleaned, it is a good primer...aha!” The book was plucked from the ‘NEW’ section and presented to the woman. “Here we are.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

"Um, excuse me? Could you please point me in the direction of your books on different myths and legends?"

Anya looked up from the book she had been reading as she waited on her customer to browse her inventory and smiled. “For which region?” She asked curiously. “And which people? They tend to vary quite a bit.”

[wishywittywix-blog]

“Uhh... are you done staring?”

Anya blinked slowly, coming out of her post run daze. She had simply meant to stop, drink her water, then keep on her way. At some point, though, she must have slipped into a day dream and ended up in this awkward situation. A blush stained her cheeks. “...um...yes?” She answered with a small, embarrassed voice.

[wishywittywix-blog]

Sylvia wandered into the book shop, looking very frazzled. "Excuse me, do you have any books on half-breed wixens or magic or fire sprites or something?" she asked, sounding stressed.

Placing her lukewarm tea on it saucer with a soft clink, Anya stood. “Those are quite a few topics…but the shelves are fully stocked.”She hummed, waved for the woman to follow her, and began down one of the tightly packed aisles. “What, exactly, is the issue you are facing?”

[aphmonacobenoit]

Sylvia glanced at the girl, wondering if she was about to get judged. “I’m half fire sprite, half wixen. I don’t know how to use or control my magic. I have…accidents….firey accidents,” she muttered under her breath.

[wishywittywix-blog]

A thin, silver eye brow rose up. Now that was an interesting mix! “I do believe I have acquired some books about-uhm-unique mixed breeding and how to best manage some of the more extreme issues that come with it,” she hummed as she began to scan the shelves. “I may also have something about channeling and creating objects to hold excess power….”

[aphmonacobenoit]

Sylvia’s eyes widened. “Wait…There’s others like me?! Are you serious? How do I find them?! I’ve been completely on my own all my life! It’d be great to have someone I could talk to about all the problems my magic has caused,” she gushed.

[wishywittywix-blog]

Anya turned with wide eyes and waved a hand, as if trying to dismiss her own words. “I was saying I have books about such things. I have not met anyone with such qualities myself nor do I know where to find them....” Oh gosh. She didn’t mean to get the poor girls hopes up!