The lighting merchant is a middle-aged man with wire-rimmed glasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose, a ring of soot smudged along one cheek from where he’s clearly been tinkering with oil fixtures all day. His work apron is scorched and splattered with melted wax, and when Caly and Nova enter, arms full and eyes wide, he glances up from beneath a display of hanging lanterns like they’ve just asked him to hang the stars themselves.
Which—technically—they have.
"More stars?" he repeats, tone somewhere between amused and exasperated as he descends from his step stool. "That’s hand-etched crystal. Took me six days just to etch the twenty on that one. You want more, I’m gonna have to charge for the labour. And a rush order, if you want it done before LongHeat ends."
He rubs the back of his neck, already mentally calculating.
"And that’s assumin’ I even have enough of those clear drops left. Got a fella from Halo orderin’ a whole set last week, near cleaned me out." His gaze flicks between the sisters and the chandelier, then narrows slightly—not suspicious, exactly, but assessing. "Unless you’ve got somethin’ to trade. Could knock the price down if you’re offerin’ goods instead of just coin. Don’t suppose either of you have a source for mageglass?"
Nova’s hopeful expression has him sighing and muttering to himself, pulling out a clipboard with pricing notes. "Pretty little things always want more stars..."
oop, time to haggle again!
Which—technically—they have.
"More stars?" he repeats, tone somewhere between amused and exasperated as he descends from his step stool. "That’s hand-etched crystal. Took me six days just to etch the twenty on that one. You want more, I’m gonna have to charge for the labour. And a rush order, if you want it done before LongHeat ends."
He rubs the back of his neck, already mentally calculating.
"And that’s assumin’ I even have enough of those clear drops left. Got a fella from Halo orderin’ a whole set last week, near cleaned me out." His gaze flicks between the sisters and the chandelier, then narrows slightly—not suspicious, exactly, but assessing. "Unless you’ve got somethin’ to trade. Could knock the price down if you’re offerin’ goods instead of just coin. Don’t suppose either of you have a source for mageglass?"
Nova’s hopeful expression has him sighing and muttering to himself, pulling out a clipboard with pricing notes. "Pretty little things always want more stars..."
oop, time to haggle again!
I'm pedal to the metal make no mistake, this is my pity party, pity party
& I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke
& I'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
