Who: Nimue and OPEN Where: The Hollow Tree (Nimue's New Age store) When: Morning Warnings: None
A new shipment of incense had come in that day, so Nimue lit a few sticks and set them near her cash register. Over the years, she'd learned that presentation was the most important thing. People would even buy rocks that would supposedly make them more lovable, as long as she set the display up nicely. Human nature. She rolled her eyes.
The incense had begun to permeate the air and she sneezed once, as her body tried to adjust to it. The scent reminded her of the past and of the Catholic church (she had never been one for the Far East). She blinked, let the memories come and go, then moved to a display of scarves and began straightening them, waiting for the first customers of the day.