[open] you bought a star in the sky tonight/ because your life is dark and it needs some light

[apotropaic]

Who: Open log. EVERYONE GET IN HERE.
What: Cockatrice Crafts --Baedal's brand new craft fair/market!
Where: Howl Barrow.
When: Sukkardi 12th of Ceidary.
Notes: This is an open post for everybody since we have so many new people joining. There'll be a sub sections in the post itself for general areas but other than that, feel free to mash you characters together like Barbies!
Warnings: None yet.

Baedal is a city that never sleeps, but everyone likes a long-lie in on a Sukkardi morning. At eleven o’clock, the Howl Barrow is climbing to a weekend buzz but it’s not quite there yet. But right off Carnelian Street, Cockatrice Markets is already has its doors open –and bubbles are floating down the street in welcome!

The Market is housed in what once would have been a small, high ceilinged factory building, but the inside and outside has now been painted all manner of colours and murals by local artistic residents. There are tables inside the airy structure, as well as in the outside alleyway, and a large mosaic chandelier dangles outside the entranceway.

It’s free entrance, fun, and like most places in Howl Barrow, friendly and inviting.

Comments

[apotropaic]

"Oh God, right, I hate that with tank top boob shelf, everything's just bouncing everywhere." Hi indeed.

Someone at the stall over gives a startled look at the mention of breasts. In public, even! Which Philomena catches and returns with a stare of 'Was I talking to you?' Anyway, back to Lea. "I can make it any length you want, no problem, and I've got a little mirror so you can check how it looks as well."

She picks up a small compact mirror from the display, with an apologetic look of, "I'm hoping only the really itty bitty things will try to come through this one." And with her free hand, she makes a flicking motion with her fingers to ward off bad luck, which has almost become a nervous habit by now. Although considering the vibe the girl in front of her is giving off, she doesn't think she'll have to worry any time soon.

[agrat]

"Which is a problem I have more than I'd like." It isn't that Lea's large chested in general, but in juxtaposition with the rest of he tininess--the kind of waist people easily close their hands around, wrists that look like they could snap--it's more noticeable and pronounced. And also often leads to inquiries about whether they're fake.

She leans forward just slightly, smiling at either Philomena or the mirror or both.

"I don't mind," she says, "Mirrors are a thing of mine."

One of her foci, regardless of what Baedal uses them for. She has more in her house than most people would probably find entirely reasonable, but she also has special security measures set up to handle anything that might decide to journey through.

"Longer, I think," Lea decides. "How long have you been working on these?"