Post by Medivha on Jan 4, 2017 20:36:09 GMT
Open to Amon
It had been a long time since she walked these streets, doubtless at one point, she figured she probably never would again. Funny how life enjoys proving you wrong. It would probably be amusing if it weren't for the fact that it simply wasn't. Sighing, the dark brunette grumbled under her breath as she readjusted her coat on her shoulders, pulling the thick fabric forward slightly and adjusting the collar at the back to better shield her from the cold weather. Grey and miserable, but she was wearing enough layers that she didn't really feel it's effects, and it thankfully made the streets a little emptier than they might have been usually.
"Hmm, I know he has a small shop around here somewhere. It was on the main street last i checked." The woman mused before pausing, glancing back and forth along the street. She hadn't been gone that long, surely her memory wasn't that bad. 'might as well walk to the end of the street and see if anything looks familiar.'
Thankfully, she did come across a familiar shop, or more specifically, she came across a shop whose name was a bit of a give away. 'Amon's Automatons', she noted, reading the weathered writing across the shop sign before clicking her tongue with an amused smirk tugging at her lips. "Well that certainly makes things easier than planned." she chuckled before stepping forward, across the street to the rather small shop wedged between the other buildings. The sound of the bell chiming as she pushed open the door was almost nostalgic as she stepped away from the cold outside, the scent of iron and oil dancing across her nose and tongue reminding her of her own fathers shop. Despite only having ever stepped into this store once, it felt familiar, perhaps because this place was where her journey in Lodan first began.
"I heard you take on commission work." She stated, not asked as she walked up to the main counter, her heels clicking across the wooden floor with a definitive stride. Her eyes scanned over the silver haired man who had been tinkering away with a steady look, calculating but not cold.. It seemed though his shop had remained the same while she was absent, Amon had not.
It had been a long time since she walked these streets, doubtless at one point, she figured she probably never would again. Funny how life enjoys proving you wrong. It would probably be amusing if it weren't for the fact that it simply wasn't. Sighing, the dark brunette grumbled under her breath as she readjusted her coat on her shoulders, pulling the thick fabric forward slightly and adjusting the collar at the back to better shield her from the cold weather. Grey and miserable, but she was wearing enough layers that she didn't really feel it's effects, and it thankfully made the streets a little emptier than they might have been usually.
"Hmm, I know he has a small shop around here somewhere. It was on the main street last i checked." The woman mused before pausing, glancing back and forth along the street. She hadn't been gone that long, surely her memory wasn't that bad. 'might as well walk to the end of the street and see if anything looks familiar.'
Thankfully, she did come across a familiar shop, or more specifically, she came across a shop whose name was a bit of a give away. 'Amon's Automatons', she noted, reading the weathered writing across the shop sign before clicking her tongue with an amused smirk tugging at her lips. "Well that certainly makes things easier than planned." she chuckled before stepping forward, across the street to the rather small shop wedged between the other buildings. The sound of the bell chiming as she pushed open the door was almost nostalgic as she stepped away from the cold outside, the scent of iron and oil dancing across her nose and tongue reminding her of her own fathers shop. Despite only having ever stepped into this store once, it felt familiar, perhaps because this place was where her journey in Lodan first began.
"I heard you take on commission work." She stated, not asked as she walked up to the main counter, her heels clicking across the wooden floor with a definitive stride. Her eyes scanned over the silver haired man who had been tinkering away with a steady look, calculating but not cold.. It seemed though his shop had remained the same while she was absent, Amon had not.