The Magic Box [Tuesday]
Celia bustled into the Magic Box with a cape clasped at her throat -- it wasn't quite chilly enough to start turning her taffeta into wool, but she'd ended up wanting a little extra warmth for her walk into town today.
The shop itself seemed suited to the overcast day, and Celia found herself foregoing electrical alternatives in lieu of candles. It seemed...atmospheric. It was autumn in full, now, and winter seemed like it was lurking around every corner -- cold, bright light seemed wholly out of place.
Besides, it gave her incentive to practice things like conjuring and extinguishing flames, and it might have delighted her sense of macabre to float candlesticks around the shop as she worked today. (Ooooh, spooooooky.)
[open shop, ocd free, whooo I totally forgot to post for a few weeks. >.>]
The shop itself seemed suited to the overcast day, and Celia found herself foregoing electrical alternatives in lieu of candles. It seemed...atmospheric. It was autumn in full, now, and winter seemed like it was lurking around every corner -- cold, bright light seemed wholly out of place.
Besides, it gave her incentive to practice things like conjuring and extinguishing flames, and it might have delighted her sense of macabre to float candlesticks around the shop as she worked today. (Ooooh, spooooooky.)
[open shop, ocd free, whooo I totally forgot to post for a few weeks. >.>]