#crestlightlead

“Ah you are here, I was about to call that kid to make the delivery for you. Good, good. So you will be able to try it for yourself darling.”

Agatha said as she beckoned her client into her workshop, it was a rather small place- almost resembling an antique store. One would describe it claustrophobic, yet there seemed to have just enough space for all of her materials- the various types of fabrics, the seemingly infinite arrangement of sewing machines (ranging from all sorts of sizes and different times in history).

The elderly looking deity would slowly walk around, looking for the light switch in order to flick it on.