funeral eyes.

@gnashingjaw

It wasn't unusual to sense the magic in the air, whether he had his or not did not dull his senses enough to not feel something mildly threatening in the air. And to his horror, this feeling had everything to do with Mithra.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒      and Doctor Baizhu handles business as usual. He speaks to the stallkeeper—the same assortment of herbs and goods as always, he asks—and the stallkeeper prepares his request over small conversation, bundles of greenery laid over the bottom of a paper bag like tile. It's all part of his routine, the schedule that keeps the cogs in the pharmacy's operations turning, and Baizhu thrives in its reprieve. Breathing room in his busy lifestyle that he doesn't take for granted. As he's handed his goods, he bids the stall-keeper farewell. 'Til next week, he says, thanking him with a warm and friendly smile. And the man laughs, tells him to take care and not work too hard. Baizhu takes his leave—or he would, but it appears Changsheng has an admirer. Such an occurrence isn't unusual; he chuckles as she tucks his snout between the folds of her body, amused by her stubborn shyness.       ❝ I see you've taken a shine to Changsheng, ❞ the doctor observes, his golden eyes fondly resting on the young man's intrigue. ❝ She's not usually so shy. ❞

Owen could feel his head spinning with the hustle and bustle of the marketplace. Centuries of being locked up, not an ounce of human contact made him a very shy boy when it came to his injury. And with no Cain, nor Oz to guide him he was no more than a frightened child making laps around the place until he found a way out.

some people would consider beast to be an insult. yet for kehda, it's not new. in fact, she can't say many comments ( regardless of intent ) ever for a moment bothered her. she hadn't even been aware of the staring. far too caught up in looking at books was she before the question reached feline-like ears.

"A miqote," they repeat back. "How unusual, another being shackled by the moon." Owen was fascinated, he's known of magical beasts many spawning from his world's own moon, but none turned human like from it.

👻 "And what do you think you're doing?" After tirelessly trying to find a good bakery to satisfy her sweet tooth, Perona had been ecstatic to find what were supposedly the shop's most popular donuts in stock. There was a single box left. Lucky her! But the second she had grabbed one side of the box, a fellow beside her had grabbed the other as if to lay claim to the potential purchase himself.

"Claiming what is mine, obviously." Anything could have satisified his needs for sweets at this moment, but something about this woman's voice made him want nothing more than to steal away what could have been hers. How dare she think she can covet whats totally his'.

𝐙𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒      motion, half a rapid set of blinks, half a shake of the head, at the reply he receives. With how unexpected it is, he’s almost not sure if he heard the man correctly.       ❝ Pardon? ❞

Oh, how Owen loved that look of dumbfoundedness from humans. It was a nice contrast from when eventually those looks of confusion turned to looks of fear.

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄      stop on Zhilan's way home. As he stands shoulder to shoulder with a stranger in the humble little sweets shop this afternoon, he peruses the various cakes and pastries laid delectably on the shelves of the refrigerated display. He doesn't browse for himself, mind you. Zhilan enjoys cakes and confectionaries as much as the next person, but when compared to Xerxes his appetite for the rich and sugary easily pales. It's Xerxes he shops for, and with strawberries out of season the process of deciding requires more consideration than it typically would. The mutters of the patron beside him says it's not a unique experience: he must also be caught between his choices. Zhilan smiles, seizing the opportunity to help each other out through a bit of friendly conversation.

After arriving Owen first stop was to find something sweet enough to curb his fury towards the spirits or gods or whatever has left him without his magic. It felt so unnerving being in a place that didn't fear him, that didn't offer him things for free. His reputation he so carefully built was smashed to pieces in this new world. But it was nothing they couldn't build back up later...

didn't think i'd finish so fast so disregard the reserve. but heres owen from promise of wizard! you can read his app under /a!