I’ve got an outline, a couple of protagonists, an inkling of the antagonist and a general direction. Lets see where this leads…
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“This had got to be the most boring day ever,” sighed Lynn. She had already taken inventory of the shop twice and found nothing missing. All the same, her father insisted that he was missing a jar of ground Bardine clamshells from the shelves. “There has got to be another way to earn money for spell school.”
“The majick act might have taken off if you had more than a fifty percent success rate” piped Todd from the far corner. He was busy rearranging the herbs and inert ingredients section.
“Hush.” countered Lynn. “I was nervous. Nervousness impedes the caster. At least thats what they tell us in class.” She sniffed. “Besides, it was poor marketing, not the magic act, that did us in.”
“Poor marketing? I put flyers up on all the taverns and shops! I did all the work of putting up the stage. I!” Lynn interrupted him mid-rant. “Speaking of which, did you put up the other flyers I asked you to?”
He looked back at her. “Lynn Laxon, you are the most annoying”
She smiled.
“infuriating”
Adjusted her glasses.
“demanding”
Curtsied.
Finally he stopped and sighed. “Yes. I put up all the flyers. As you can see, the customers are beating a path to your door as we speak.”
The bell above the entranceway chimed as the door opened. Lynn observed as a young woman walked in and glanced about her surroundings. She noticed the woman holding one of the flyers in her hand and gave a silent shout of glee. The woman wrinkled her nose at the smells which wafted from the more pungent ingredients and mixed together with the ones from pleasant spices and strange elixers, foundations, and accelerants. Probably not one for visiting magick shoppes.
The woman spotted Todd and walked towards him. Her measured pace suggested an upper class upbringing. An unhurried existence brought about by having enough money to pay others to scurry around. Her form fitting top coat and black silken pants were a nod to the modern fashion trends. She spoke in the even tones associated with those from the more gentrified section of the city. “I’m looking for a Lynn Laxon. I have need of her extraordinary services.”