Rise of The Mystic Moon (Open)

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Aika moved from store to store. Everything seemed strange and distant to her. She was a quiet girl and she had a stern expression on her face, intimidating at times, but perhaps just a simple case of resting b**ch face. She stopped at a store front, her brows knitting together in a look of confusion as her gaze settled upon "Mystic Moon"

What was this? A welcoming smell brought her to the conclusion that she should enter. She peaked in the entrance, looking around the interior. Who would own a shop like this? Based on the old styled register, an old man?? All the books? She liked books, especially books like these. Books had always been her escape. She looked around her eyes settling onto the man before her. She was surprised he was so young.

She ran a nervous hand through her long white hair before daring to wander farther into the store.

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She moved towards the counter. She looked over the man quietly. He was singing, she liked it. She ran her fingers through her hair nervously. When the man looked back to her she stared back. He stared at her questioningly which turned her nervous posture into a rigid one, the nervousness replaced by a questioning glance that mirrored the mans. “Can I help you, young lady?” She blinked.

"You have a beautiful singing voice." She said absently, part of her voice still having a questioning undertone to it. She blinked at the man. She'd never seen a man so...pretty. Despite her better nature she couldn't help but stare at him blinking a few times before realizing what she said might have been considered strange. She wasn't used to social interaction. She looked back down, glancing up at the man her glance holding the intense light brown, almost caramel. "Sorry." She added in a bit bashful.

She hadn't spoken to anyone outside of her family in awhile.

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Morgan let an slender eyebrow rise when he noticed the girl with the fox cloak aura staring at him and he noticed her nervous and rigid behaviour and he thought that would not do and he let out a gentle smile while letting his charismatic presence reach out and soothe the nerves out of the poor girl. He blinked when se mentioned he had a beautiful singing voice when he had been barely been humming under his breath. He nodded slightly letting his ash blonde hair flicker around a bit before responding. “Thank you I suppose…” He had been caught off guard and noticed she seemed to be transfixed with staring at him and he noticed her eyes and could not help but think of his little brother who had similar eyes to her. When she apologized he was perplexed at why she would do so.

“Why apologize when you have done nothing wrong?”

The wind chime sounding of the door chimed and a tall young man or teenager with dark skin, walked in. He was built rather nicely and Morgan might have been shameless enough to give him a once over, but his sense of presence when he walked in was something that reminded him of Talia Hale as he carried himself with the same regal air of strength and leadership. He watched this new comer curiously as he picked up several books sliding his fingers along the seems in an almost reverent manner that seemed to speak of days of a childhood long since past… something Morgan felt he could not relate to as he had barely any memories of his time before Branwen took him in. The young man picked up a specific book and he seemed pleased to see it in such good condition and Morgan noticed it was not a book from his supposed stock and thankfully it was not from his archive as he was notorious of hoarding his archive like a dragon would hoard treasure. He was glad when the man or boy placed the other books back where they belonged before approaching the counter. When the young man asked to buy the booked Morgan addressed the girl politely. “excuse me a moment” he picked up the book and examined it and calculated roughly how much he should charge for it even though it was a mix up from the supplier and figured he would a give a discount based on two reasons… this young man had respect for books and he reminded Morgan of someone Beacon Hill’s had lost long ago. So he looked up to the young man with his icy coloured eyes and spoke up.

“I will say we make this thirty dollars, eve though its not one of the items I actually ordered for my stock…”

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Aika eyed Hykeem as he looked her over, perhaps he didn't remember her? She blushed embarrassedly as Hykeem brought up that she had almost killed him, her eyes dropping to the ground. She absently ran her hands through her hair, fiddling with her hair uncomfortably. She glanced up as he had mentioned he never got her name. She supposed she preferred it regardless that he remembered her...because she remembered him in a fond way. He was the first person she had really talked to him. She looked at the boy rather quietly as he told the man behind the counter that his father used to read it to him. She looked away, her long white hair being a curtain between her and the store owner and Hykeem, she didn't want them to think she was listening in on them or anything. Instead, she only raised her head up as the man behind the counter moved to the shelves.

She looked back at Hykeem, her expression neutral except for perhaps a bit of wonder as she was reminded of how tall he was. She had remembered he was tall but she didn't remember how tall exactly. Though, that wasn't why she was here, was it? No, it wasn't. She looked back to the store keeper. "Um, excuse me, I was wondering if you had white sage, or something of that matter. For cleansing rooms? the kind you burn." she clarified even further though it may have been unnecessary. She glanced back at Hykeem with a small smile as she waited for the store keeper. "And you're right, I don't think I told you my name." his confidence already starting to bleed in through the air, something Aika thought positively about him. His confidence and smile seemed contagious.

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Morgan for the most part ignored the conversation as it droned on, making sure all the jars containing the various herbs, plants and powders where facing the right way so their labels where visible. He mentally counted how much of each item he had as he scanned the shelves. Eventually he felt the eyes of both of them on him and he was a little conscious of being the center of the attention. He heard the girl address him, she asked if he had any white sage, the form you burn. In other words she was asking for White Sage Incense. Unfortunately for the girl his stock for Incense had not arrived yet. He plucked off a Jar of Fresh White Sage from the shelf and turned to the girl.

“Unfortunately my stock of Incense has not come in and all I can offer is Fresh White Sage which is a bit pricier at thirty five dollars per four pounds, and its not ideal for burning as its better off being used in a mortar and pestle to make salves to cleanse wounds from poisons to infections… think of it as a natural disinfectant so to speak”

Morgan pondered for a moment before shrugging off his thoughts as he moved over to the counter, placing the jar on it just in case the girl wanted some of it regardless. He wondered what the girl had wanted to cleanse or purify. He knew it would do little to cleanse certain tings other than t soothe wounds and cleanse negative emotions and maybe keep evil creatures at bay if used with the right mixture. He figured he would hit the nail on the head with the hammer, he asked the girl.

“Just what are you trying to cleanse or purify? I might be able to help you further if you tell me?”

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