@ClubbingSealCub
Vladahlia knew better. The first time she came to this door out of curiousity she had to turn around and walk back.. Having misplaced her glasses she was more than in a spot of pain at the bright lights that were seen behind the door. With an adjustment of her glasses she was able to nullify the specialty of sight that she herself was enchanted with. So is the curse with such sight. To have ones head hurt at the sight of magical items.. It was useful in some places but in others.. It was far too great of a pain. Like stepping into her own storeroom closet.. It was chocked full of old equipment that she never needed anymore.. Tossed in with little care.
While there was little to no need for her personal equipment to be altered or changed.. It was becoming time for her to get maintenance on her everything. Shaking her head she opened the door and walked in.. Minorly adjusting her glasses to prevent accidental slipping down the bridge of her nose. Step by step room, isle by isle Vladahlia walked. Only once she stood at the desk holding the various blue papers and such... Curiosity was peeked once more.
Holding up one suck page, careful not to smudge anything on it. Vladahlia watched as the text blurred before her eyes.. Shuttered and then become something readable to her. Another spell as such that did that.. the spells that were cast on her were definitely worth the years of her life they took.
After examining the paper for a long moment she turned and walked over to the mysterious male that was running this tinkers treasure trove and cleared her throat. Not overly wishing to startle him.. She was sure he was aware of her presence.. Clockworks and magical items were unique like that.
Vladahlia knew better. The first time she came to this door out of curiousity she had to turn around and walk back.. Having misplaced her glasses she was more than in a spot of pain at the bright lights that were seen behind the door. With an adjustment of her glasses she was able to nullify the specialty of sight that she herself was enchanted with. So is the curse with such sight. To have ones head hurt at the sight of magical items.. It was useful in some places but in others.. It was far too great of a pain. Like stepping into her own storeroom closet.. It was chocked full of old equipment that she never needed anymore.. Tossed in with little care.
While there was little to no need for her personal equipment to be altered or changed.. It was becoming time for her to get maintenance on her everything. Shaking her head she opened the door and walked in.. Minorly adjusting her glasses to prevent accidental slipping down the bridge of her nose. Step by step room, isle by isle Vladahlia walked. Only once she stood at the desk holding the various blue papers and such... Curiosity was peeked once more.
Holding up one suck page, careful not to smudge anything on it. Vladahlia watched as the text blurred before her eyes.. Shuttered and then become something readable to her. Another spell as such that did that.. the spells that were cast on her were definitely worth the years of her life they took.
After examining the paper for a long moment she turned and walked over to the mysterious male that was running this tinkers treasure trove and cleared her throat. Not overly wishing to startle him.. She was sure he was aware of her presence.. Clockworks and magical items were unique like that.