Re: [ring shopping: misha & james]
"I'm ready." Misha spoke real quiet, and he stepped away from the door, just in case Nilus was sleeping light. And, James, he said he'd traveled this way 'fore, but Misha liked warning. "You'll just feel a tug, and then it'll be over. It only takes a second, which you already know, but it don't hurt saying, I reckon."
He nodded, giving James a few seconds to prepare himself, and then he reached for the other man's hand and gripped it tight.
And it did only take a second. It was disorienting some maybe, but that was all, Carried on the sound of wings fluttering, they found themselves on a sidewalk in the Village, just a ways from the apartment Misha sometimes shared with Damian.
The stop they were standing in front of was real small, and it was owned by a little old man that liked telling tales 'bout his many loves. There were new rings, and there were consignment rings. Old things and new things, and Misha always felt like there was magic in the tiny shop with lights hanging DIY and out of teacups. He pushed open the door, and he had Damian's card in his pocket, though he didn't reckon he'd have need for it. "You just look on and see what you cotton to, honey." And it was real quiet inside, not like going to a loud mall, and he reckoned that would be good for James.