The Magic Box, Wednesday
Elsa still wasn't completely certain how she'd gotten herself talked into this. Rinoa, her manager, was apparently some force of nature unto herself, and after a single conversation, suddenly Elsa had found herself agreeing to take a job. In a magic shop, of all places.
Granted, so much of her job at the moment still involved cleaning and sorting. She was hardly an expert on anything but the math it took to count change on a purchase. But she had stumbled across a few books in the back, written in runes, that were holding her attention, now.
One of them had actually appeared to be some manner of spellbook, and she closed it quickly and set it aside to give to Rinoa later, with a warning about what was within it. Another one was little more than a misplaced cookbook most likely shipped here by accident, and while Elsa was no cook, she was going to keep that one for herself. No sense marketing something here as something it was not, unless soups and salads held magical properties that she'd previously been unaware of.
Well, that, and she really just missed reading things in runes.
[Open, OCD-free!]
Granted, so much of her job at the moment still involved cleaning and sorting. She was hardly an expert on anything but the math it took to count change on a purchase. But she had stumbled across a few books in the back, written in runes, that were holding her attention, now.
One of them had actually appeared to be some manner of spellbook, and she closed it quickly and set it aside to give to Rinoa later, with a warning about what was within it. Another one was little more than a misplaced cookbook most likely shipped here by accident, and while Elsa was no cook, she was going to keep that one for herself. No sense marketing something here as something it was not, unless soups and salads held magical properties that she'd previously been unaware of.
Well, that, and she really just missed reading things in runes.
[Open, OCD-free!]