Dorks In Selphia

Jamie's design has changed a lot since his backstory fleshed out and he became a more solid character, stronger, more clever, a touch more cynical, and working for Masu formally but more akin to what his cousin does, spending much more time out of town.

But his house is still here and he still tries to keep up with his friends and acquaintances.

Ben decided to take a day off from work today after the hustle and bustle of harvesting the autumn crops before the snow. 

You browse the booths one by one. You didn’t really have any intention of buying anything, but you wouldn’t be opposed to a nice trinket or maybe two. 

The vendors all seem friendly, whether it be by nature or by customer service façade, but none of their products catch your eye. 

You turn the corner and catch a glimpse of a booth significantly more ornate than the others. It’s a rather tall and wide countertop of dark, lacquered wood and a thick canopy of a dark, vivid blue fabric. Expensive looking products and antiques are laid out in a thoughtful and aesthetically-pleasing fashion. Definitely nothing you reckon you can afford, but you can’t help but pause to take a quick look. 

Your eyes trace the items lined up. A golden vase, adorned with intricate filigree and polished to perfection, a lid hovers above the lip of its opening spinning in place as if on display. A tea-set decorated with delicate detail set for two and apparently serving tea autonomously. A line of jewelry apparently gracefully showing itself off to some curious customers. Your gaze, however, stops as you meet a pair of ice cold eyes and a playful grin. 

Leaning over the counter lazily is an elven figure with hair so pale, it is almost iridescent in the sunlight and so long that sits over their shoulder and falls below and behind the counter top. The entire being is accented with gold from the spectacles balanced on the bridge of their nose to the rings are their fingers. They beckon at you, a gesture to bring you to the booth, but you hesitate. The place looks too expensive to approach… still, the curiosity gets the best of you and you inch your way to them. 

The vendor’s grin widens as you get within earshot of their voice. They stand up straight and you notice just how much presence the figure carries.

“Welcome, worthy traveler, to the Lorien” They say in a liquid honey tone, “We are the finders of the continent’s most valuable magically-touched curios and antiques. Nothing can be hidden high or low enough for us to get our hands on… for the right price. I am Salai.“ 

They reach their hand out to you; their hand adorned with half a dozen rings of different looks and builds, though all equally expensive looking. 

“Now, is there anything that you seek?”

You could do with a cup of coffee. 

The building is quaint. Squeezed into the corner of the road by the adjacent establishments, it just barely gets any sun. But at this point in the afternoon, the sun is peeking out from behind the clouds and paints the storefront with a streak of light. 

You pull at the door and it creaks open with the sound of a little bell. It’s small inside. A small bar with stools that also act as the serving counter; what looks like a well kept, but old sofa sitting by the window; a bookshelf stuffed with aged books. The space is filled with the scent of coffee, baked goods and old paper. 

You approach the counter and lean over to call for service when you’re caught off guard by a head of vivid indigo hair. A person works behind the counter dressed in a tan service apron over a cozy looking cardigan. They turn to you and greet your gaze with a pair of bright green eyes. Your eyes dart away and to the nametag pinned over the uniform. They approach you and gesture to pull up their sleeves. 

“Welcome! I’m Indigo, what can I get you today?”

Down the road, the forest breaks and a cottage sits in a clearing; the home of a quaint little farm, only large enough to really accommodate a few animals and some simple crops. The cottage's porch is home to an abundance of flowers, sitting in the afternoon sunlight in various pots of various materials. Nothing too precarious and you admit, delightfully peaceful.

A creeeaaaak and a person emerges from the house, a book in one arm and a potted plant tucked underneath the other. He is tall and broad shouldered; his face framed by a head of dark chestnut hair and a pair of large curved horns. Dressed comfortably in a thick, large knit sweater, he looks up and notices you by the house. A glint of recognition in his eyes and Benjamin greets you with a smile.

"Hello! Long time, no see! It's lovely to see you again~"

New YIRF self-insert :)

It's Joshika they run a newspaper in [redacted rf5 town] :)

Ribbon on the left! Ribbon on the left! Because it looked bad in front What does it mean!