[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.

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[amasveritas]

Sally is on her feet, currently adjusting some price tags that have been shuffled aside over the course of other people's browsing, tipping things to check their labels before situating them accordingly. She glances up when Angela speaks, offering an automatic smile, before looking at the jar the woman has in her hands. She gives a laugh, head tipping.

"Well, then you're gonna be radiant and probably bug your friends," she says, lightly, hands up to hover as if to make sure she's done fussing, before sitting back down. "But come on, even the confident ones need a little pick me up somedays, right?"

[thenormalsquint]

"True, but when you're that radiant, who needs friends? They'll all be haters anyway," Angela jokes as she puts the cream back on the table. She has enough confidence and even on days she feels down, there's enough extra confidence in her metaphorical backpack to fuel her some more.

Absentmindedly scratching at a rough dry spot on the inside of her left elbow, Angela goes back to glancing over Sally's items. "Do you have anything for eczema, by the way? Preferably an instant cure?" It's one of her lesser known issues, along with her ragweed allergy and another more genetic condition she won't find out about for a few years more, but it's also the most visible one, creeping up on her skin in times of stress. And how Baedal is stressful.

[amasveritas]

"Oh-- one sec."

And Sally disappears behind the table, a shuffling as she drags a box out from beneath and starts carefully going through it. Finally-- "Ah ha. It's actually a little more general, but I've heard good feedback about it treating eczema." She comes back up with a small jar of cream, vaguely mint green. She twists off the lid to offer it out to smell, living up to its colour as well as the more floral scent that is denoted by the pressed pink flower on the surface. "It has an extract of horehound, nettle and tabebuia, that first one holding the, uh."

It's weird, actually, to talk frankly about magic to people who are not Gillian or her aunts. She never did much before, even when she ran a store that had its fair share of magical little touches. "The healing properties before it got mixed in there. It should clear it up pretty fast. Apply it after a warm shower -- you shouldn't need a lot of it."