#crestlestart

In her long life, Claudia had become rather good at acting like a mortal. Her young appearance meant she could pull of the innocent doe eyed girl very easily. She pushed through the crowds of people, her eyes looking up at the sky. There was something off about it... something magical. She could sense it. She'd seen something so similar on her first visit to the town centuries ago. Something was happening again in Crestle. What was it with this tiny weird little town?

"What is that?" she asked, keeping her tone soft. "Have you seen the sky like this before?"

"Shop won't open until I am done with my coffee", Thalassa called out to the approaching figure. She should have opened the bait & switch half an hour ago, but her head was still reeling from the night prior. And she had decided to do nothing until that first morning coffee had done its magic. "I mean it is not as if anyone would come here in case of an emergency or something. Whatever people wish to buy, it is usually not a life or death kind of situation. Except for the fish, of course."

Mornings spent outside the shop - in a little chair she had dragged outside, much to uncle Noah's dispair - were always quite peaceful. Thalassa enjoyed reading in the early morning sun, listening to the birds in the trees across the street... "You are more than welcome to join me though. Slow mornings do wonders for mental health, or so I have heard. Grab a chair, grab a coffee, and the wonders of today will unfold themselves."