Laila’s pace was leisurely as she made her way down the winding path between the two sloped buildings towards the shop. It was a nice day, the late spring air fragrant and sweet, and she had a long twelve-hour shift looming ahead, so she was in no hurry as she made her way to work. As she walked, she ran over her mental list of tasks she needed to get done - there was the usual, helping out the shop’s somewhat unusual clientele and making sure the shop-floor was presentable, but she also had to repot a few of the seedlings they’d planted earlier in the year. The little plants were starting to outgrow their small starter pots, and with magical plants you never could quite tell what the consequences for leaving things to late might be.
She reached the door and paused, taking in a deep breath, anticipating the warm tingle she felt every time she walked in. It was an old building, layer upon layer of stories and history too deep for Laila to even start to try and untangle, ingrained with so much magic it was hard to tell where one sensation started and the other stopped.
She gripped the handle - long red hair tied back in a ponytail, thick gardening gloves in her pocket, she was ready for whatever manner of weirdness the shop decided to throw at her this time - even if it was just True’s usual sarcastic running commentary.
The door swung open, she walked in, and…. It was absolute chaos. Because of course it was. Great.
Customers were everywhere - a man taller than Kale himself, someone with a mechanical arm looking a bit lost, a girl around the same age as Laila who seemed to be watching everyone’s shenanigans, and a goblin sprawled on the floor in front of her, to name but a few.
“I didn’t do nuffin’!” the goblin said, pulling himself to his feet.
Deciding to give the obviously shifty goblin the benefit of the doubt, she scanned the shop for Kale, before seeing him with a customer. She gave him a little wave to let him know that she was here and would help-out soon, before moving behind the counter and dumping her backpack with her lunch in out of the way in the corner.
That done, she looked around to see if any of the customers need any help. She walked over to the girl from before(@OliviaV), “Hi there, was there anything I could help you with?” she said, putting on her best ‘being nice to the customers’ voice.
She reached the door and paused, taking in a deep breath, anticipating the warm tingle she felt every time she walked in. It was an old building, layer upon layer of stories and history too deep for Laila to even start to try and untangle, ingrained with so much magic it was hard to tell where one sensation started and the other stopped.
She gripped the handle - long red hair tied back in a ponytail, thick gardening gloves in her pocket, she was ready for whatever manner of weirdness the shop decided to throw at her this time - even if it was just True’s usual sarcastic running commentary.
The door swung open, she walked in, and…. It was absolute chaos. Because of course it was. Great.
Customers were everywhere - a man taller than Kale himself, someone with a mechanical arm looking a bit lost, a girl around the same age as Laila who seemed to be watching everyone’s shenanigans, and a goblin sprawled on the floor in front of her, to name but a few.
“I didn’t do nuffin’!” the goblin said, pulling himself to his feet.
Deciding to give the obviously shifty goblin the benefit of the doubt, she scanned the shop for Kale, before seeing him with a customer. She gave him a little wave to let him know that she was here and would help-out soon, before moving behind the counter and dumping her backpack with her lunch in out of the way in the corner.
That done, she looked around to see if any of the customers need any help. She walked over to the girl from before(@OliviaV), “Hi there, was there anything I could help you with?” she said, putting on her best ‘being nice to the customers’ voice.