Post by Carveus on Jan 27, 2013 0:54:34 GMT
Ah, the weird bit of the old town. Filled with small fashion boutiques, trendy cafes, second hand book shops and all manner of curiosity shops. And then there is, of course, the other shop.
The store front is a pleasant shade of light blue, the windows airy and light, neatly arranged goods in the window, telling of what was inside. Crystals, dried herbs, books on the colours of candles, more then enough candles to light the area should it suffer from a loss of power. The sign on the door declares it open, a smaller one stating that shoplifters will be hexed. It's name?
The name of this shop is Mystic Guidance. Smaller text lists the phone number and a email address and that they are 'The Home of Spiritual Well Being'.
As you open the door, the scent of incense hits your nostrils; a heady, warming aroma, as the set of small wind chimes sound your arrival. The shelves are stacked with books, one area devoted to different tubes of joss sticks, small signs advertising the prices of them, another to candles of different shapes, sizes and colours.
A glass cabinet by the till with large semi-precious gems and crystal balls with small spot lights shining through them, the light refracting around creating rainbow patterns.
A bored looking teenager is leaning on the counter, looking up from her thick tome and affecting a practiced smile as she stands upright. Long and curly black hair is caught back up in a ponytail although bangs frame her face, a thick rimmed pair of glasses sit on her, admittedly slightly larger than average, nose that magnify grey eyes that look up with you with some level of curiosity. Her clothing is however at odds with the shop, a tight baby tee with some band logo on it, 'Crimson Night' and a snarling slight woman underneath, her lower half obscured for now by the counter, but her black painted nails are obvious as she slips a bookmark into the pages she was perusing, closing the book. "Hello and wel-"
She however is cut off by the rattle of a bead curtain that you almost didn't notice amongst everything else. "Hello, and welcome to Mystic Guidance, how may we help you today?" the woman interrupts almost breathlessly, deep green eyes catching yours. Somewhat plain, this mousey haired woman is dressed in a cream peasant's blouse and a long brown skirt, layers of scarves and belts hanging over it though, numerous bangles adorning her slender wrists causing her to rattle slightly as she walks. "My name is Angelina, the proprietor of this business." She smiles; and offers you a hand.
The store front is a pleasant shade of light blue, the windows airy and light, neatly arranged goods in the window, telling of what was inside. Crystals, dried herbs, books on the colours of candles, more then enough candles to light the area should it suffer from a loss of power. The sign on the door declares it open, a smaller one stating that shoplifters will be hexed. It's name?
The name of this shop is Mystic Guidance. Smaller text lists the phone number and a email address and that they are 'The Home of Spiritual Well Being'.
As you open the door, the scent of incense hits your nostrils; a heady, warming aroma, as the set of small wind chimes sound your arrival. The shelves are stacked with books, one area devoted to different tubes of joss sticks, small signs advertising the prices of them, another to candles of different shapes, sizes and colours.
A glass cabinet by the till with large semi-precious gems and crystal balls with small spot lights shining through them, the light refracting around creating rainbow patterns.
A bored looking teenager is leaning on the counter, looking up from her thick tome and affecting a practiced smile as she stands upright. Long and curly black hair is caught back up in a ponytail although bangs frame her face, a thick rimmed pair of glasses sit on her, admittedly slightly larger than average, nose that magnify grey eyes that look up with you with some level of curiosity. Her clothing is however at odds with the shop, a tight baby tee with some band logo on it, 'Crimson Night' and a snarling slight woman underneath, her lower half obscured for now by the counter, but her black painted nails are obvious as she slips a bookmark into the pages she was perusing, closing the book. "Hello and wel-"
She however is cut off by the rattle of a bead curtain that you almost didn't notice amongst everything else. "Hello, and welcome to Mystic Guidance, how may we help you today?" the woman interrupts almost breathlessly, deep green eyes catching yours. Somewhat plain, this mousey haired woman is dressed in a cream peasant's blouse and a long brown skirt, layers of scarves and belts hanging over it though, numerous bangles adorning her slender wrists causing her to rattle slightly as she walks. "My name is Angelina, the proprietor of this business." She smiles; and offers you a hand.