@lunarcovestarters
option one where: broken records
He looked under the display before him, sighing as he stood up and ran a hand through his hair. This was the fifth store he had been in, searching high and low and it looked like he was coming up short, yet again. Looking to the person next to him he sighed in defeat. "Have you seen a rock, he's got a little cowboy hat, googly eyes, a moustache?" It was a prank and it was beginning to drive him insane.
option two where: echo acres woods
From a distance it would look like the witch was setting up a relaxing bonfire in the middle of the woods, a small clearing a neat stack of wood surrounded by stones to contain it. That was until the small firepit was engulfed in a giant fireball, the kind that ought to have burnt the witch, had the fire not curved around him, spreading through the small clearing, nearly kissing the looming trees before retreating to be contained by the firepit. From the outside it seemed fake, an illusion, but in Lunar Cove it was normal, or normal-ish. Flexing his hands, Mac nodded to himself, glad that his magic seemed to back to normal, enjoying the quiet crackle of the fire before he heard someone approaching from behind him. "You need a bell or something, I could have barbequed you."
Option one
Kate watched as her disheveled brother frantically searched for something, what the hell it was exactly she had no idea. Looking around the record store as she flipped aimlessly through some of the records. "So- why are we looking for a rock? One with a mustache, googly eyes, and a cowboy hat?" She asked softly. "Was this like a toy you had as a kid or something? Or does it grant you acess to something?"


















