Dec 26, 2016
She has heard about this store --- only whispers, fragments of information she has to steal from pursed lips of passersby. Magic eats at the foundations, it crumbles in between walls where no-one would ever think to look. Boy, can Thomaiy feel it. It vibrates her rib cage, blossoms in her chest and produces a ginormous smile across her lips. If only her mother could see a place like this, somewhere that seemed to hum with its own life. Thomaiy fiddles with a few things on the shelves, before catching the eye of (supposedly) the shop assistant.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā ā What a lovely establishment. Tell me, are you a real wizard?Ā ā Ā
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