#calam.open

Where: Medusa’s Wreck

For a bar that was half underwater it was surprising how many fires still happened.

Nash could take responsibility for this one, he probably should but as he lifted up the bunch of basil the new bartender he had just hired had decided was a good resting ground for a blow torch and summarily tossed it into the watery side of the bar, he sure didn’t feel very responsible.

He leveled an overly neutral gaze at the new hire. “Blow torches here.” He smoothed over so he was standing in front of the blow torch holder that he had made specifically so things like this didn’t happen. “Objects capable of catching fire anywhere but here. Ok?” He then side scooted back to his selected station for the night.

He quite liked the Deep Blue Blazer which was the cocktail that required the blowtorch but the additional training it required might make it not worth it. He then recentered his attention half back on the new customer seated in front of him, “What can I get you?”

When: Random Morning

Where: Viridity Crossing

The air was foggy and thick as Thera made her way from her home in Onyx Peak to The Raven’s Ring in the Haven, the weak tendrils of sunlight unable to fight their way through to warm the Earth. Thera loved mornings like this, mornings that veiled themselves as if they were keeping secrets.

She took a pause in the middle of the ancient bridge, a structure whittled with the stories of her people, but even though its purpose was to give the witches safe travel, she always liked how if she stopped and paid attention she could feel the rumblings of all the other supernatural around.

Today she swore she could even hear crickets, a soft zzzz in the surrounding area, she sensed them in her fingers, hopping around. The young speaker’s mind so full of crickets, she almost didn’t hear the person coming from behind.