Snowflakes painted the winter landscape of the city park, dusting bare trees, the fountain near where they stood and upon shoulders if one lingered too long in one place, as Mercy did now. Some items could cost you years of your life. From the care and effort one put into their hair. From the emotional energy stored in meaningful objects. This is where Magdha drew her power from. “Your first kiss and a lock of hair is a meager price to pay for such a thing, yes?” cooed Magdha. In the mists and magical eddies that swirled therein was also the image of Eloise - though younger - with another person (their face shadowed, obscured). A deep purple glass orb resting nearby on the counter top was brought to life with a wave of her hand. The only* catch was what Magdha required in trade for her wares. When she said an object did something-it damn well did. If you ask me,” she said, placing the necklace back into its intricate box, “you are getting the deal of a life-time.” The old enchanter wasn’t someone who offered halfway services, either. Magdha delicately lifted the necklace so it could catch more of the light. It was set in a golden necklace which looked like it had belonged to someone very wealthy, a long time ago. If you like you can even have the necklace remade as long as the gem remains intact.” The gem in question gleamed pale amber-orange in the dim, smokey light of the shop.
“My dear young lady,” said Magdha, smiling with a certain maternal warmth, “this pendant is one of a kind. It was a pendant of some note and it was sitting on a black-with-moons cloth which draped over the counter. “I don’t know.” she said, hand on hip and finger on chin as she thought this over. It smelled strongly of the incense Magdha kept burning constantly - which helped ward away those who didn’t really belong.Īt the counter Eloise found herself uncertain about her purchase after all the trouble of tracking it down. There was no cash register in Maghda's and upon the counter the curious individual might spot a small sign which read, “Monetary payment is not accepted.” If a human, a normal human, wandered in that same sign would say something to the effect of “we accept debit and credit,” or whatever would seem the least suspicious. Inside the curious building was the making of a long-lived hoarder. Some, those who were in tune with the nature of the occult, magick or mystical forces, would see Magdha’s for what it was: a repository of magical, mystical and otherworldly wares (apparel, furniture, toys, knick-knacks, etc). The sign outside read: “Magdha’s Oddities & Antiques.” What most humans wanted to see was a slightly off-beat antique shop where one might find a unique purchase for the odder person in their lives. Plain view tended to produce the best results for concealing something. The shop is located in one of the places humans would rarely look. This time it was because a boot was pressing into her rib cage and a seemingly far away voice guided her into the waking world. They were nearly fully hidden behind the horizon when she woke again. She dreamed deeply as the suns crossed the sky. The cowboy hat, although she wasn’t aware of it, slipped down over the crown of her head to rest on her nose and cover her face. Pure muscle memory and a pinch of luck saw her managing to pull a nearby jean jacket over her top half. In reality she flopped over into the red sand fairly hard. The world above reeled as she went backwards, alien suns and clouds moving by in a blur. Things moved so slowly from her perspective and oddly peaceful, if not graceful. “Sand… pretty…” Prim’s brain managed to get itself together for long enough to focus intently on the word ‘desert’ before consciousness drained from her features. “Gwuh?” she managed, eyes drifting to her surroundings. At the same time her brain was just now processing the fact that the mostly liquid (partly gelatinous) contents of her stomach… sparkled. She tried to piece together basic words and found her half lidded eyes straining to remain open.
The second sign that today was not going off to a good start was the fact that immediately sitting up produced the near instant reaction of her body deciding it was time to throw up a mysteriously purple substance.
Which was the first sign of trouble she noticed when she did so.
Her eyes flew open the way someone’s eyes open after they’ve just had a near death experience. The intense light and heat of twin sun’s baring deep into her eyes is how Prim woke up.
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