Kanuna Oliver (kanuna) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-02-18 18:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | ongoing, zkanuna oliver, zsamson martens |
Magical Needs
Kanuna had heard from Samuel that there was a magic shop of sorts that had moved in not too long ago. After checking through network posts while borrowing Clara's laptop, he'd found the address to Samson's, Marten's Marvels, on the second floor of the Primrose House.
With his faded coat, worn jeans, old boots, black bandanna and knitted fingerless gloves, he stood outside in the cold and simply observed while he finished a bag of bbq chips. It was an old habit he had where he liked to have an idea about a place before he went inside, especially one connected to witches and magic. The magic practiced by the tribe was different than most other witch covens, and Kanuna had assisted with it before being turned to a werewolf, so he was somewhat familiar. The building itself, and many other buildings in Summerview, gave off a faint pulse that his heightened senses could pick up. Satisfied that not that many people were coming in and out, he crumpled up the empty bag of chips, licked his fingers clean, and stuffed it into his pocket to throw away later, then checked up and down the street before making his way across. Kanuna jogged up the steps, long hair bouncing against his shoulders and back, and found the shop easily enough. He gingerly pushed the door open with his fingertips and looked around, gray-blue eyes catching anything that looked interesting and his sense of smell working over time to clock it all. It was a lot to take in. |