The shop witch had left early this day, heading home to tend to Nana duties for her trio of grand-younglings. Confident of her family’s abilities and knowledge of Magic the Gathering, she left her helpers in charge of the evening’s Commander event. The place ticked along merrily without her.
Not at all comfortable with this change in the shop routine, Bright Spark watched cautiously from inside the Parlour doorway as the players began to arrive and the shop filled up. Being a holiday long weekend, Weaver had not been certain of the turnout but before long laughter and the varied sounds of patrons enjoying themselves could be heard spilling out the front door and into Vedder Pointe shopping mall’s parking lot.
The enticing gleeful sounds even drew a few passers by to risk the odd entranceway to find out where the merriment was coming from. Truly it was becoming one of the favourite parts of working the shop … the look of wonder that crossed the faces of children and adults alike as they rounded the wall that separated the entry way from the store proper. It was almost always the same: big eyes and gaping mouth, normally accompanied by exclamation of childlike wonder. They had worked hard to try to give the Bazaar that feel - certain necessities for surviving life were currently in short supply and those who manage the day to day of Guild operations were doing their best to bring some back to Chilliwack: magic, whimsy and a place to belong for the geeky folk of the community.
Observing the goings on out in the main shop, Spark scented the air cautiously. The tantalizing aromas that drifted through the place caused its whiskers to twitch excitedly. There was much creative energy being summoned and tossed about as things got underway. Being that an occasional patron wandered in to investigate the almost put together Parlour, it chose a spot on the empty shelf that faced the door. This allowed it to stay safely out of the way while still being able to observe the odd creatures that resided here.
While useless to it themselves, being slow, thick and heavy things, they were proving to be a remarkable source of sustenance. Able to interact with this place only partially, it was not bright enough to understand concepts such as quantum mechanics, disparate dimensions, multiverse theory, or vibrational energy signatures. It could not understand why itself was different this side than when it was on the other but it knew that this was a hunting ground that behaved far differently from the ruins or storehouses it had prowled before. Rather than becoming depleted of quarry as a result of feeding here, this hunting ground grew richer the longer it tarried here.
Spark curled up on its shelf, wrapping its tail around itself before laying its head gently down atop it. With its chin propped up, it settled in to wait until the shop was again empty. It observed the tournament goings on dreamily and purred quietly to itself. Being patient came easily to the little predator, and there was no uncertainty here … good eating was coming, it just needed to wait. What was different here than back the other side, was that Spark was beginning to feel territorial about this place and possessive of the mud creatures that fed it so well. Burying its muzzle into its tail, it set to studying them as it waited for the place to empty.
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