Badb (badbcatha) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-11-17 10:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | badb, galahad |
Who: Badb and Galahad
Where: Badb's Shop
When: November 16, late afternoon
Rating/Warnings: None
Oh this was rich. Badb wasn't the kind and sweet type, and she certainly wouldn't be that way with sir little Knight when he arrived. Family awkwardness, even if he didn't want to call it that, was simply going to happen in the world of the immortals. However Galahad was brought into the world was between his mother and father, though she did suspect a lot of the reasons he was the Knight Who Didn't Get Any because of his parents' relationship. It was perfectly understandable. But it was Badb's own assumption and not to be taken seriously. She had no children of her own, nor would she ever subject herself to that sort of lifestyle. Badb was to be a free bird and go about her business, including her sisters where she wished. Everything else was entertainment or vengeance.
That was how Badb worked, and if anyone took offense then they were simply too sensitive. Which also meant excellent prey. Those were the ones who were a step closer to being on her hit list.
This was the sort of thing that went through her head, especially as she tended to her shop. She had owned the Leabhair Fado several years now. There were regulars and there were virgins (as she called them). The regulars knew better than to get on her nerves, or else the ones who she actually seemed to like would carry on heated discussions because they knew it was something she enjoyed. Come to think of it, she was probably letting some get a little too familiar with the place. Need to fix that.
As she opened a new box of brand new, crisp books she felt that wonderfully familiar energy that she had come to associate with others of the Celtic variety. There was the tinkling of a bell as the door opened, the sudden sound of the streets and the sting of cold air. What a peach. He actually showed. Without turning from the front counter, she pointed to the right of the door, "Coffee's there, if you need a pick-me-up." As she spoke she took out each book carefully and set them aside. She would have to scan each into the system later, when she had no distractions.