Pixie Dust, Monday

[gorka_wolf]

If there was something different today, Makita wasn't noticing. She was always filled with restless energy, throwing herself from one task to the next. Pretty much anyone still living in Bahamut would just grin, spread their hands helplessly, and tell you that was Makinoshka for you. Worse than her Papa, that one, may the One God rest his soul.

Today, that core of energy was being transferred into re-arranging the store display with coats and hats and mittens, and scarves. Bright, beautiful scarves, with lots of colors.

Pixie Dust was open, and ready for the encroaching winter.