Every so often the stars align, lightning strikes, the orchestra swells to a crescendo and you meet someone who shares your love of verbosity, panache, the arcane arts, accessories, and properly groomed facial hair. You spend hours together before a fete rearranging floral decor and debating over the proper dimness the light should be. You receive what I've learned is called a 'selfie'--a veritable bounty of them, in fact, and deliberate over the most flattering angle (it was no. 56, for the record, Dorian, your jaw!).
You realize, that running two separate, wildly successful enterprises that have very similar aspirations of providing unique, top quality enchanted items, potions, relics, antiques, and ephemera to the world. Thus, misty eyed and heartfelt, Dorian and I proudly present under one banner:
Glorious Purveyors of Fabled Impedimenta and Accouterments.
We're in the process of moving everything over to the shop's location in the forest, redecorating, and enlarging the physical space. Today it's all about ensuring that Thaddeus Gigantus Crumbum the Third settles in nicely (he's a Stone golem, absolutely
delightful to converse with but does take his sentinel status quite seriously, don't take it too personally if he doesn't respond right away). Nesta, darling Nesta, is our compass pointing true north whilst being a superb source of Fae materials, never leave me lest I wither away! Come on Monday, darlings, we can't wait to see you.
If I ever settle on a color arrangement for these potions, that is.