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Dialogue Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #990033
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ Gray
Light streamed into the small dark colored shop. It's rays bouncing faintly off of the many glass vials and jars, creating a mini light show within the shop itself as the glow his the stained glass. Hunched over a mahogany colored desk, sat a large figure. His shoulder-length blonde hair hitting his shoulders lightly as his expression was lost in his own focus. A soft melody also floated through the man's shop, it was quiet, calming, and sad yet happy all at once. It was a beautifully conflicting feeling. A small fire was lit in the fireplace, it's eyes flickering onto the man. It was a spirit the man had made a contract with early on in his life. He couldn't bear to part with the thing, so he kept it.
A smile crept onto the man's lips, a soft, pleasant smile, as he put his large tome aside. Rising with soft pops and cracks in his knees and lower back, the man made his way gracefully to one of the many shelves. The man seemed to be deep in thought, as if he had some great quandary within him that he must solve. Grabbing three small glass jars off the shelf he went back to his desk, it was covered in papers, practically spilling off the sides and overflowing from the drawers. Stains from bright colored magics gone awry. Runes covered it for God knows why. It was certainly a desk that could tell some stories.
Pushing a strand of hair behind his ear the man slid on a pair of glasses as he observed the herbs within the small vials. He got out a mortar and pestle and began crushing the herbs together, a lovely scent began wafting in the air as a faint white light radiated from the mix. The man swayed lightly in tune with the faint music as he worked. His large sure hands working diligently and expertly, all the while keeping it at a steady pace. It was like dancing. The fluidity of his movements and the contentment he wore on his face. It was a truly lovely atmosphere within the Valdaire Apothecary.
In the corner of the room, curled up on a huge decorative pillow, lay a rather chubby gray and white cat. He wore a collar with a crystalline charm around his neck, the collar caused his long tufts of fur to perk out around the band. A grandfather clock stood, keeping a silent visage over the shop, ticking quietly. Yes, everything was perfectly tranquil. Then a thought crossed the man's mind. Putting the mortar down gently with a subtle clack, he rose and walked over to the stairwell that led up to where his apprentice was sleeping. It was in the wee hours of morning, but she needed to be awake. He didn't like waking people, he thought it rude. No matter.
He began his slow ascent up the squeaking wood staircase and up into the girl's room. As he carefully turned the engraved brass knob, a light scent of flowers began filling the air as the door silently swung open. The only sounds audible being the soft rustling of the wind outside and the sweet noises of sleep coming from the bed in the middle of the room. Billowy comforter engulfing the form within. As if the blankets were a cocoon and the girl was going through metamorphosis.
Making his was gingerly towards the bed. He then sat on the end of it, gazing down at the sleeping figure before him. She looked so precious asleep like that. That was about to change. Placing his large hand on her shoulder and leaning in close to her ear to whisper.
"Miss Moretta, time to wake up." Sighing like a parent would he tried again, lightly shaking her. Not too much, just barely.
"Miss Moretta? I do wish you'd open your eyes." This was precisely how Cornelius woke up his apprentice every day for the last week of her being apprenticed here. Honestly he wasn't so sure what she thought of it yet.