Post by Capsule on Aug 30, 2015 17:33:22 GMT
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In a small corner of Londinium, hidden from most of the public eye, was a Lander owned shop. The owner was allegedly from Moon Dance Forest, and her shop sold items from that region, including very exotic (and possibly) dangerous artifacts. The owner was also said to know exactly what an Adventurer or Lander needed, just by reading their aura. According to what Capsule had heard, her predictions were very spot on.
Capsule had received a letter from one of her pigeon carriers in the mail once, though it was not the kind of request she usually received. As a Pharmacist, finding work was difficult at times, but business was never quite dry. The letter turned out to be little more than a flier. The message was somewhat cryptic, in that it promised to fulfill her greatest desire, which Capsule doubted since having met her first love. It was too tempting to pass up, and she was headed that way, anyway. There was to be an expedition soon (or, rather, a meeting about one. Capsule thought it prudent to be prepared the day before she trekked out to Avon Valley.
The small specialty store was crowded with exotic goods, and almost too dark to see more than five feet in front of you. Capsule softly coughed into a closed fist as she wove around the odd assortment of tables, statues, and other patrons. Smoke and patchouli permeated the air around her, the former creating a thin fog. Capsule briefly wondered how anyone could properly browse in this environment. …Assuming there was anything of worth, anyway. The albino was not one to readily believe in superstitions or fortune telling, so she was expecting to come face to face with a fraud.
She navigated through the shop, almost blindly at this point, before gently colliding with something solid and wide. Capsule patted what felt like a large desk, before realizing that it must be the shop counter. "Careful, honey. I have some figurines not too far from where your hands are," a low, sultry voice cooed.
"Oh! Sorry…" Capsule lifted her hands up into the air and took a step back. "Are you uh… Ms. Harada?" It was unmistakably Japanese, but she was unsure of how to address her in what was considered proper Japanese etiquette. Not sama… right? Harada-san, maybe.
"Yes, I am she. And you must be… Capsule." There was no second guessing in her tone, though anyone with eyes could see the name of the Enchanter. "I have been expecting you, and I have what you desire… here." There was a slight flurry of motion as the woman bent down to retrieve something, and then set it down on the countertop.
Capsule squinted, trying to get a better look at the object in this poor light. Whatever it was, it seemed bigger than both of her hands combined, and wrapped in burlap. She tentatively touched the object, finding the rough material of the sack. Harada said nothing. Carefully, Capsule peeled back one section of the sack, and unraveled it. A hard object came into view, smooth as porcelain, and black as the night sky. It was shaped almost like a tear, and surprisingly warm to the touch. She almost yanked her hand back in surprise. "Wh-what is it?"
For a brief moment, the room almost cleared of smoke and brightened, enough for Capsule to catch a sly smile on the shopkeeper’s face. "An egg. Take good care of it, and you shall be greatly rewarded for your efforts."
An egg? Of what, she wondered. Was it a dragon? A basilisk? Something else equally horrifying? Or was it all just a cruel trick, and the so called egg turned out to be a hunk of some exotic rock? Capsule was skeptical, but what if it turned out that she was wrong, and this really was a dragon? It had to be, right? A dragon, her very own dragon! She was bursting with questions, but she had to contain herself. "So, how do I take care of it? And what even is it?"
"You keep it warm, like any other egg. Bathing it in flames is preferable, if you can manage that. Do not worry about it becoming scorched, for it is too hard to become injured. I also recommend talking softly to it from time to time, and holding it close on a daily basis. It is also important that you do not allow the egg to be left out of sight, lest someone else abscond with it." She lightly rapped her knuckles on the counter. "As for what it is… you will see in good time, my dear. Now, about your payment…"
As it turns out, Capsule did not have to fork over any gold. Harada had little interest in the currency, but rather dealt entirely in trades. It was very fair in the eyes of Capsule, who could only imagine how much a dragon egg would wipe out her funds. All the woman asked for in return were several Appearance Change pots, which was a very equal trade. There were very few Pharmacists who were high enough to craft them, and outright buying them was very expensive, in comparison.
Their trade completed, Capsule tucked the egg into her magic bag, which she would forget for a short while upon reaching the Valley.
Capsule had received a letter from one of her pigeon carriers in the mail once, though it was not the kind of request she usually received. As a Pharmacist, finding work was difficult at times, but business was never quite dry. The letter turned out to be little more than a flier. The message was somewhat cryptic, in that it promised to fulfill her greatest desire, which Capsule doubted since having met her first love. It was too tempting to pass up, and she was headed that way, anyway. There was to be an expedition soon (or, rather, a meeting about one. Capsule thought it prudent to be prepared the day before she trekked out to Avon Valley.
The small specialty store was crowded with exotic goods, and almost too dark to see more than five feet in front of you. Capsule softly coughed into a closed fist as she wove around the odd assortment of tables, statues, and other patrons. Smoke and patchouli permeated the air around her, the former creating a thin fog. Capsule briefly wondered how anyone could properly browse in this environment. …Assuming there was anything of worth, anyway. The albino was not one to readily believe in superstitions or fortune telling, so she was expecting to come face to face with a fraud.
She navigated through the shop, almost blindly at this point, before gently colliding with something solid and wide. Capsule patted what felt like a large desk, before realizing that it must be the shop counter. "Careful, honey. I have some figurines not too far from where your hands are," a low, sultry voice cooed.
"Oh! Sorry…" Capsule lifted her hands up into the air and took a step back. "Are you uh… Ms. Harada?" It was unmistakably Japanese, but she was unsure of how to address her in what was considered proper Japanese etiquette. Not sama… right? Harada-san, maybe.
"Yes, I am she. And you must be… Capsule." There was no second guessing in her tone, though anyone with eyes could see the name of the Enchanter. "I have been expecting you, and I have what you desire… here." There was a slight flurry of motion as the woman bent down to retrieve something, and then set it down on the countertop.
Capsule squinted, trying to get a better look at the object in this poor light. Whatever it was, it seemed bigger than both of her hands combined, and wrapped in burlap. She tentatively touched the object, finding the rough material of the sack. Harada said nothing. Carefully, Capsule peeled back one section of the sack, and unraveled it. A hard object came into view, smooth as porcelain, and black as the night sky. It was shaped almost like a tear, and surprisingly warm to the touch. She almost yanked her hand back in surprise. "Wh-what is it?"
For a brief moment, the room almost cleared of smoke and brightened, enough for Capsule to catch a sly smile on the shopkeeper’s face. "An egg. Take good care of it, and you shall be greatly rewarded for your efforts."
An egg? Of what, she wondered. Was it a dragon? A basilisk? Something else equally horrifying? Or was it all just a cruel trick, and the so called egg turned out to be a hunk of some exotic rock? Capsule was skeptical, but what if it turned out that she was wrong, and this really was a dragon? It had to be, right? A dragon, her very own dragon! She was bursting with questions, but she had to contain herself. "So, how do I take care of it? And what even is it?"
"You keep it warm, like any other egg. Bathing it in flames is preferable, if you can manage that. Do not worry about it becoming scorched, for it is too hard to become injured. I also recommend talking softly to it from time to time, and holding it close on a daily basis. It is also important that you do not allow the egg to be left out of sight, lest someone else abscond with it." She lightly rapped her knuckles on the counter. "As for what it is… you will see in good time, my dear. Now, about your payment…"
As it turns out, Capsule did not have to fork over any gold. Harada had little interest in the currency, but rather dealt entirely in trades. It was very fair in the eyes of Capsule, who could only imagine how much a dragon egg would wipe out her funds. All the woman asked for in return were several Appearance Change pots, which was a very equal trade. There were very few Pharmacists who were high enough to craft them, and outright buying them was very expensive, in comparison.
Their trade completed, Capsule tucked the egg into her magic bag, which she would forget for a short while upon reaching the Valley.
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