antique curiosities

Hyper · Feb 9, 2017

It was one of those rare days when Aisling wandered outside on her own in broad daylight. No, it wasn't that she was sensitive to the sun, that would be preposterous! She only preferred the night scene, the cool evening breeze and the quiet it gave her when she walked about. It was a comfort for her, mainly because it was what she used to do and it gave her the comfort of familiarity.

Along the way, she found the shop she wanted to find--The Scarlett Maiden--she'd passed it by before in her night strolls but it was already closed. Today was a perfect time. She entered the shop curiously, perusing the wares thoughtfully. Ooh, she'd like to have this mirror in her room, ah but maybe this antique ceramic wares would look nice in her living space--oh, is that an amulet? The dullahan looked at the items, feeling a sort of nostalgia being in the presence of such items. There were many things that caught her interest in the shop--there wasn't many things that she couldn't really get her hands on but there were only so many things that she could really want.

As she moved about soundlessly, her gaze caught another figure in the room--the proprietor perhaps--moving about. She went to approach them hoping to inquire but the moment the woman was in her clear view, she found a slight familiarity in her.

Fae?

If there was a face to speak of that could express her delight of the discovery, one could have said that her lips curled into a smile. "Ye 'ave interestin items 'ere," she greeted, attempting to start with a casual conversation, "Ye wouldn't 'ave anythin that y'could recommend?"

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Lapis · Feb 10, 2017

It was a lovely day, the kind of day that Amani would have liked to spend out on her back balcony enjoying a cup of tea and a good book, but her money loving heart wouldn't let her do that. She was down in her shop, attending to all the little duties necessary to running it while her cat Binx enjoyed a patch of sunshine in the shop window. The arrogant little beast was actually laying on a priceless pillow from the early 1800s, which was typical of him. Only the best for Binx. Amani shook her head and went back to her task.

She held a small wooden case, the wood a deep cherry and smooth to the touch. The contents of the case were old fashioned ink pens, enchanted so that whoever owned them would be the only person able to see what had been written by them. It was a clever spell, easily replicated, but she doubted anyone owned many, if any, ink pens like those. They were made of ivory, smooth and worn from much use, and the pen tips were made from gold. She was having a hard time deciding if she wanted to keep them for herself or sell them again, especially when the young man that had sold them to her barely saw their value. He was just looking to make a quick buck. She was still trying to make up her mind when she heard the faint tinkling of the door bells as the shop door opened.

Amani didn't look up as the person entered, her focus still on the lovely case that she held. It wasn't until the person came up to her did she finally turn her attention away from it and.....ended up staring at a rather strange looking woman. At least she assumed that it was a woman. She couldn't see the stranger's face from behind a dark veil, and Aman i had the strangest feeling that she didn't want to see what lay beneath it. Still, the "woman" seemed familiar, as if Amani had seen her before. She also realized with startling clarity that this person was part of the fae, which caused her to grin unexpectedly. During her examination of the "woman" Amani realized that she had been spoken to, and a faint blush appeared in her cheeks.

"I seem to be a bit of a collector of items, old and new," she said with a smile, looking around the shop and then back at the stranger, wondering what exactly would interest someone like "her". "You seem like someone who would appreciate older things." Amani made the assumption based off of the clothes the other "woman" was wearing, once again finding herself drawn towards the veil. There was just something about her that was nagging Amani..........

Suddenly she realized where the familiarity came from. "Have you ever been to the Sleepy Hollow cafe? Excellent tea there, but you remind me of someone that a friend of mine described to me."

Hyper · Feb 16, 2017

Aisling patiently waited for the other Fae to speak after grinning at her -- Aisling almost let out a giggle as she seemed to be peering past her (or was it more past the veil?) -- but it took maybe a few seconds before realizing she had yet to speak.

"Ye 'ave guessed right. I do like th'charm o' older things," she admitted, nodding approviingly at her guess. Aisling never missed anything in her sights, not even the way the other seemed to be constantly peering up to her veil, a curious gaze in her eyes.

As soon as she'd mentioned the Hollow, she couldn't help but let out a demure laugh, raising a palm over her veil as if to cover her mouth. The hand she'd raised was where a gem hung, glowing in time as her voice resounded, letting the other Fae view the artifact. "Why, I'm at th' cafe often enough," she began, "Just so 'appens that I'm th' owner." The dullahan extended a hand to her, "Aisling Beirne, lovely t'meet yer acquaintance."

Lapis · Mar 1, 2017

Amani immediately noticed the glowing gem on the, what she now understood to be woman's, wrist. It was a curious thing, one that she wanted to ask about due to her inner archeologist, but it wasn't the right time to do so. Nor did she want to be impolite. There were customs within the fae after all, and after realizing that she was the owner of the Sleepy Hollow, Amani let those customs take over. "I See You, Aisling Beirne," she said formally in the old elven way, taking Aisling's offered hand and shaking it politely. "I'm Amani Mellarc, and welcome to the Scarlett Maiden."

Amani let go of Aisling's hand and smiled brightly, thinking that someone had finally come in that deserved one of the little treasures that she had. Or could at least appreciate it's value. "You really do have some wonderful tea there, and speaking of tea, I think I have something that you will like, given your profession," she said, inclining her head towards the back counter. Amani tucked the wooden case under her arm and walked back towards the counter, setting the case down next to Binx, who was eyeing Aisling with extreme interest. "It's not polite to stare Binx," she said sternly, but still scratched the black cat fondly. "Forgive him, sometimes he doesn't have the best manners. Now, where did I put it......"

Amani reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a set of keys, squatting down to open one of the cabinets behind the counter. There were several more valuable items that she had in there that she did not display, mainly because they were just valuable and Amani felt like those items deserved specific owners. Not everyone could appreciate finer things. She rummaged around for a bit until she found what she was looking for. "Here we are," she said in satisfaction, pulling out a sleek wooden box with carvings decorating it. It was a relief of Under the Hill, which she felt only another fae would recognize if looked at closely. She set the box down carefully on the counter and looked at Aisling impishly. "What do you think is in this box?"

Hyper · Mar 8, 2017

There was no way to see if Aisling was smiling but the sound of her approving hum seemed enough to know that she was pleased. "I'm here, Amani Mellarc. An' quite delighted to be here," she replied, withdrawing back her hand rather than lingering further and rested back into the basket's handle.

"I will forward th' compliments to me staff," she replied cheerfully, a chuckle in her voice as she seemed to turn her attention to the cat who seemed to have turned his eyes on her. Cute, but she had always been more of an equine type --quite typical of her. "Scaith has admittedly done more for th'shop's menu than I 'ave, an' me staff could do no less than meet 'is standards.

"An' don't worry about yer cat; most animals seem t' give me curious stares. Nothin fer ye t' apologize for," Aisling told her, tearing her attention away from the cat to something else behind Amani. There was a lot of things to look at she admitted, though in truth, she didn't really have to move her 'head' around. It was a gesture she'd somehow learned to do to give an illusion for most people who got disturbed by her lack of movement.

Ah, but now where was she? While Amani kept herself busy searching for something Aisling couldn't seem to guess; not that her full attention had been glued there. As she'd already thought, there were many wares in the Scarlett Maiden, curious things among many. If it weren't too impolite she would simply drift off to whichever item called to her.

But right as she considered the thought of straying off, Amani had turned back to her, a wooden box in her hand with familiar carvings. Familiar but she couldn't say it was something she fully recognized. Perhaps it was because she had rarely made contact with faes over the years. It was one reason she'd been reaching out since moving to the island. Perhaps she had been in solitude for far too long--far too isolated from most of her kind. She never showed any level of uncertainty in front of Amani though. She only let out a curious hum, studying the box for a moment trying to identify it but no succeeding to do so.

Aisling didn't need to see the look on Amani's face; her voice supplied enough for the imagination. She simply returned the tune, with a hint of curiosity. "I'm terrible at guessin," she said with a laugh. It wasn't quite a lie, "Might it be simply fer ye to demonstrate?"

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