Post by Catra Daren on Feb 3, 2016 3:38:09 GMT 8
I see fire
inside of mountains
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Pretty things, that's what her store would be filled with... an old brooch in a glass display along with the fresh water pearls and the antique gents watch. Then over next to the old dressmakers dummy a large mirror that had seen it all. Over the opposite side from the large sun filled window there was space for her tapestry she got last month from a sell in Silverstone, two towns over. Through the small archway there was space for lotions, hand made ones from a local family who did make the most healing and wonderful lotions... and a space for new stock, for when it was mother's day, or a birthday. Her store was unique, and very Catra... however it was still at the moment, an empty shell with a TON of boxes through the back.
In the small room in the back was big enough that it would be for all the witch craft things that the town needed. And in the back, locked away, would be for the heavy duty stuff, the things only people who knew what they were talking about would need. Catra was looking forward to getting the store sorted, however right now, there was just a sea of boxes. She'd be happy once her store was looking like it did before. Catra had photos of the store going back years, decades. Daren's had been opening stores all over the world and Catra had photos of a lot of them. And oddly they all look alike.
Catra hadn't been back in town for long. Two weeks? A month? She had found out about the store being for sale a long time ago, when her gran died, no one had wanted to take it over. However back then it had been called Clara's. Catra took off the sweater she'd been wearing, it may not be the heat of summer, but wow it was hot. She'd opened the window to let some air in, the cool air flushed in and seemed to dance around the shop, wanting to play with her and all the papers around the store. She drank some of the water from her mini fridge before eyeing up the mirror she wanted to put up in the store, behind the cash desk. It was heavy but Catra was stronger than your normal woman. This mirror was special. The mirror had been given to her mother from her gran. It was inscribed on the back with their family tree, like a secret that only the family knew about. That mirror had seen a lot, more than most, more than Catra knew as well. She was once told that the wood the frame was made from was the wood that had been Clara Daren's first crib. She wasn't sure it was true, but it was a nice thought.
Just as she lifted the mirror the little bell above the door rung out she smiled, "Sorry we aren't open ye-." She said as she turned around to see who it was as best she could but frowned as the mirror she'd been moving fell against her foot, she squealed and moved away, "I'm fine..." She shrugged with a now forced smile due to the pain. Catra moved the mirror and limped over to the counter, "Can I help you? I mean we aren't open yet but I can try help."
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